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Families shame you;
Kim Addonizio
Bleeding Hearts
They do not fit their given name. They glow
Stephanie Burt
Two Poems
To hunker
Daniel Tobin
Rubbish Heap translated by Sasha Dugdale
I haven’t the strength to sing of you, resplendent rubbish heap!
Elena Shvarts
The Alone-Doors
Don’t try this at home.
Jim Daniels
Chekhov’s Gun
Atonement means nothing to a cook
Fiona Sze-Lorrain
Somewhere in Eastern Europe
It was the year the townsfolk
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
Laboring to explain
in Ants and Men: Island Apocalypse,
Rebecca Seiferle
Where the Robins Took Me and Northern Flicker
Robins settle on the earth
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
The Big Blow
After the snow-soused April gale I wandered
Sydney Lea
Puritan Watc, Yonder and Birthday
Longitude was the great mystery
Lisa Russ Spaar
IX. Ophelia’s Garden | III. Tears
After the turtle shook the world from its shell,
Daniel Tobin
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