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Club X
Between the gaping double-doors of Club-X and two leather thugs,
Philip Metres
Stopping At Whole Foods on a Snowy Evening
If commerce, too, has its music, then it’s in kumquat, pine nut, Arctic char,
Ciaran Berry
This Moment
You know when darkness seems to pour
Ron Smith
At the Grave of Robert Lowell
Cruising Currier & Ives’ staid byway,
Peter Filkins
Blues
Why is there careful language
Rae Armantrout
THE LOST MUSEUM | GOODBYE TO A
All my life stars falling on cars, the laundry
Kelle Groom
Higher Education and In Every Scene
It’s hard to solve the problems of the world
Robert Nazarene
Cosmology
Someone has spilled the moon
Linda Pastan
Bunch of Asparagus and Asparagus
Bundle on a wet bed
Daniel Bosch
A God | A Poet | “Facesti come quei che va di notte…” | The Mocking of Ceres
Here lies a god who was obtuse, just like us.
Yves Bonnefoy
Once I loved an opera singer from Spain
for 15 days, maybe 20.
Karen Paul Holmes
Killer
When he saw me coming
John Skoyles
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