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So Glad She Didn’t Live to See It
What will it be, the thing they say
Mary Jo Salter
SPITE FENCE | THE HUMAN CANARY
My neighbor forced his abutter
John Skoyles
Interrogations Update & Mythos
When will I see you again? I’ve asked the priests.
Peter Cooley
For D, reading poems
When I was a kid, only a flu could buy me
Jane Zwart
Boys’ Room
French doors, curtains, panes of glass.
Hoyt Rogers
On Brueghel’s the Tower of Bable
Anybody calling this scheme stupid
William Trowbridge
SEND A SEARCH PARTY | FIRST SNOWFALL | A FINAL WALK WITH MY NEPHEW
My joints are full of dewy lights
Max Ritvo
Uncle
Here is the man who tells you
Peter Campion
Amusements
These are the long days that fill with night
Ernest Hilbert
Corona & At a Time Like This
A miniscule David without
Linda Pastan
Handel in London, 1741
Wedged in a chair near the open window,
Floyd Skloot
Three poems from Kembang Kertas (Balinese for bougainvillea) in Filipino and Kinaray-a
Here, we are told
John Iremil Teodoro
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