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In a Pile of Pictures
The man—young enough to be my son—
Sandy Solomon
South Hole
So worship fire.
G.C. Waldrep
The Labors of Psyche
Because I could not not-know any longer I held the lamp over him
Kazim Ali
Golgotha & Receiving the Host
Then they came and cleansed you my love
Frannie Lindsay
Ancestral Home
Frangipani, its petals warm milk around
Megha Rao
from Landscapes on a Train
There once was a church. There once was a steeple. These things fall into
Cole Swensen
Story of My Species
first she was in the ocean
Zhao Lihua
Sea Otters, Missiles, Sardines
Sea otters sun themselves on harbor rocks,
Teresa Cader
A Heresy Sublime
An artist whom I’ve met is Dürer,
Stephen Todd Booker
FOR MATS AND LAILA
The Date Line lies motionless between Samoa and Tonga, but the Midnight Line glides across the ocean and islands and rooftops of huts.
Tomas Tranströmer
When My Son Is Dead 14 Years
These are the years I bargain with God.
Alexis Rhone Fancher
Two Poems
War catches a man with a shopping bag
Ludmila Khersonsky
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