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On Brueghel’s the Tower of Bable
Anybody calling this scheme stupid
William Trowbridge
IN PROFILE
Words hung into silence
Sylva Fischerová
Embryo
All morning, pitting the apricots
Gemma Gorga
On Being Mused Upon
Reading his poems, you recognize yourself
Carol Moldaw
Cotton Candy
At first it gives like a sponge, elastically, and you think you’ll only make an
Maura Stanton
Honest Orbit
For weeks I sift in vast exits
Lauren Camp
Half the Time
In an emergency
Jane Zwart
Three Poems
Woman in Drugstore, Receptionist, Counter Lady with Change for a Quarter, Clubwoman, Saleslady, Train Passenger
David Trinidad
Antonio Gamoneda, from Book of the Cold (World Poetry Books, May 2022) translated from Spanish by Katherine M. Hedeen and Víctor Rodríguez Núñez
You smell the wet linens, your acids.
Antonio Gamoneda
On the Beach at Divi Bay, St. Martin
Was melancholy yesterday, watching slate-grey clouds
Garrett Hongo
Two Poems
Black, faux-leather cover with gold trim—
Alice Friman
Destinations
Why is it that the memory my mind chose
Jo-Ann Mort
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