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The Central
When we were hungry and my mother was
J. Allyn Rosser
A Nocturnal Upon Saint Charles Yeager’s Day
Here comes that sonic boom
Kimberly Johnson
Government Center
Screeching right up to us through downtown Friday traffic.
Peter Campion
Black Forest and Country Night
Sometimes my mind goes back to certain things.
Laura Newbern
LOOKING FOR ZAGAJEWSKI UNDER THE COUCH
If his book of poems isn’t there
Tim Suermondt
The Worm
The sun: a worm with a spring withy in its jaws.
Regan Good
Scene from a Photograph in a Dream
What was I doing in my childhood room again?
Jeffrey Harrison
With My Senses in Ruins | Scavenge and Transform
Here’s a recipe for seeing: sleep
Jonathan Weinert
Where the Robins Took Me and Northern Flicker
Robins settle on the earth
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Three Poems translated from Argentinian Spanish by Lorena Wolfman
Entering the house from the back without letting anyone know,
María Casiraghi
Ode to Hands translated from Spanish by Mihaela Moscaliuc and Juan Suárez Proaño
Nothing can hide from hands
Juan Suárez Proaño
Blown Away
There’s something stuck in my throat, it might be the red-eyed
Maya Janson
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