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Evening
The blue chair on the terrace, coffee, evening,
Cees Nooteboom
Yes
Yes, all things of water and our days rounded with light, yes,
Mark Irwin
Proof of Poetry
I wanted first to end up as a drunk in the gutter
Tom Sleigh
A Brief Portfolio
A murder of crows wing black vectors across
Steven Cramer
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
On the Banks of the Allegheny
We had started over again—
William Logan
1945
The winter trees offer no shade no shelter.
Jean Valentine
Two Poems translated from the Persian by Sholeh Wolpé
I’ve heard the volley of a thousand soldiers,
Mujib Mehrdad
Velvetleaf
Tick of sweet clover, swinecress parasite, did you have a music
Jane Springer
Swan Song
I admit. In the beginning
Alice Friman
Two Poems
Where does it live?
Molly Peacock
grief being a swatch of blue & grief being that song from childhood & grief being a pitched tent
a rectangle in an unborn son’s room
Nicole Callihan
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