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Bright in June Sun
The young man, kneeling at his mother’s tomb, lays red tulips there,
Mark Irwin
Green Girls
Wriggling on the bottles:
Terese Svoboda
Rats
Sudden underfoot, this one cries back
Dora Malech
Shakedown, Sleeping Mother and The Touch
On Main Street, two cops stop me in front of the tire store. One is big and burly and the other is lean
Jeff Friedman
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
Braid Him Into the Earth
Knee-high coffin of wicker, earth-boat floating through the woods.
Julia Thacker
SAY
Says her Tarot reader says
Rae Armantrout
Urban Renewal
Outside my window, a brutal winter burn has curled
Major Jackson
Cassandra
Some days I could go quietly into the spot where
Sasha West
Ayotzinapa
We bite the shadow
David Huerta
SIXTH GRADE REDUX
Good morning, Ladles and Jellyfish!
Carol Moldaw
On the Grounds of the Zendo
The face of the Buddha’s so smooth, she whispered,
Dick Allen
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