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So This is the Future & Hope
After I found out––
Fay Dillof
Back in the U.S.S.R
We weren’t the Beach Boys’ California girls,
Dzvinia Orlowsky
The Age of the Onion
The onion is a Book of Revelations, diced to proverb-size.
David Keplinger
Embraced
I have visited an ancient redwood and heard it creak
Martha Rhodes
The Angels’ Share and Poem Without a Title
Over distilleries’ rooftops, angels tipple
Jane Zwart
Pacemaker
The heart in vital meter recites.
Sophia Galifianakis
DOG CITY
We have seen you following the scent—
Carol Frost
The Barn
No one just Mary
Frannie Lindsay
Quotidian and Carry
Steak dinners are the worst /you prefer the fatty cut / those white-ribboned slabs from Save-A-Lot
Amanda Newell
Thetis
We see her through her element, not
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
Approximations
Waking up in a borrowed room, in a body
Oksana Maksymchuk
Bending Truth to Advantage
From Robert Lowell’s poem “Those Before Us,” these final lines: “Pardon them for existing.
Scott Withiam
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