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Pink is the Navy Blue of India
Flea market guy tells me the pornos are five dollars
David Kirby
Checkerboard Mesa
Dear mesa, dome of rock, do you remember your deep past?
Robin Rosen Chang
Hiroshima Bomb
Confetti spirals flutter into dark green.
Lawrence Matsuda
DELIBERATE AS THINKING IS THE RAIN
Stepping off the door lintel, down onto the grass as the day closed around us, grass, rising up inside its own squared
Elena Karina Byrne
Separation
Slumbering suburbs, calm depths of summer.
Ramón García
The Walk-Through Heart & The Odyssey of Yes
my mother lived in a handmade cage
Jan Freeman
Killer
When he saw me coming
John Skoyles
Mother, at Last
You were Scarlett O’Hara
Nancy Mitchell
GDR CHINA | LAMB
My housekeeper had the dishes brought
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
Reading Heidegger Brings a Wild Joy
My discovery of your essential thingness
Rebecca Foust
Ode to Disarmament
I am fairly sure that the leafhopper
John Kinsella
Sullen Art
Someone will write a poem called Charlottesville,
Kim Addonizio
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