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Early Explorers Sometimes Carried Watermelons Instead of Canteens & Close Your Eyes
Ever cut open a watermelon
Katharine Rauk
Hostile Takeover
Cheeks puffed, she’s looking up at a horizontal
Alan Shapiro
Ferns | Cycle
Wind thrums
Linda Pastan
Poem Beginning with a Line from Levis
As if we’re put on the earth to forget the ending,
Gabriella R. Tallmadge
Five Per Page and Title covered in flies
Yard sticks and shards are kept in a jar shaped as a cowboy boot.
Alexandria Peary
Three poems translated from the Polish by Piotr Florczyk
At night we stood together on guard,
Anna Świrszczyńska
Three Poems
We're headed to a stack of paper we call a reem
Kimiko Hahn
Song of The Hoarse Bullhorn Holder
I eviscerated Vince, my prized pig, to calm the churning sea
Jennifer L. Knox
Undelivered letter from the Rev. Charles Smale to The Times, 1874 | Xiuhmolpilli, or The Binding of the Years, November 1507*
We have spent too long debating Darwin in these pages
Jonathan Taylor
Two poems by Sandra Moussempès, translated from French by Carrie Chappell and Amanda Murphy
A house stands out from the rest of the forest, emptied of its occupants for centuries
Sandra Moussempès
Cardinal
The drill of its song the whoop whoop whoop
Betsy Sholl
Close to now
I should have said from the beginning that I plant the black nasturtiums because they are the saddest
Zoë Ryder White
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