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Unexceptional
Except we were in love, or so it seemed.
Rafael Campo
from “From Nothing”
One note, another, in the parlor’s angled light,
Daniel Tobin
Ghazal, After Ferguson
Somebody go & ask Biggie to orate
Yusef Komunyakaa
Charlotte
That was a malaise. We call that malaise.
Mark Dow
Before | Ode to Late Autumn, Auvillar
The American poet died of head trauma
Marilyn Kallet
A Provisional Topography | One of the Many Stories of Sounds | Sooner or Later
On the Weichsel River, before the war. You see
Jürgen Becker
Language Is a Form of Walking, Even at Age of 87 and Three, in One Story
At 30, she learns to rewrite herself in a phonetic language,
Shao Wei
Museling, a Pastoral
I’m reading a poem by a young woman,
Leonard Kress
The Cricket
You too have risen at midnight
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Anti-Gravity Time Machine
From the front stoop it’s the 21st century;
Jennifer Michael Hecht
THE BEAR IN THE WHEELCHAIR
The bedside window is cracked a little, for fresh air presumably, and a lopsided venetian blind bangs softly in a
Michael Van Walleghen
First Wedding
It was one of those days when not even the bland sun
Diane K. Martin
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