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Pathetic Fallacy
Jog through this suburb at a blue hour
Major Jackson
Three Stages of Friendship and Grief
I was wondering if your eyelashes had fallen out
Elizabeth Jacobson
The Shape of Things
I’ve been reading the science books again
Christopher Buckley
Shame
Why did I want a Queen Conch shell
Sandy Solomon
Love Talk | On the Way to the Casinos
What the boy heard his older sister say—
Scott Withiam
Three poems translated from the Polish by Piotr Florczyk
At night we stood together on guard,
Anna Świrszczyńska
This Could Happen
If you kept walking you would eventually step out of yourself.
Susan Rich
Survival Rate | 1st Love
When at customs I don’t declare
Fady Joudah
Three Poems
A neighbor called me about the neighbors in the blue house between us.
David Baker
Elegy
The breeze this morning pulls on the surface of the bay
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Letter From The Capital
She writes: now we have wars between historical eras. We fight in time as well as space. 1914 vs. 1939 is a devastating
D. Nurkse
The First Communion and Forty-Two
I shall sit here, on this bench,
Kristian Koželj
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