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What, Me?
When we’re in a car together I worry we’ll die and the world will lose its role models.
Maureen Seaton
Tchaikovsky’s Fifth, On Freud’s Birthday [May 5] & In Vienna
The first movement of Tchaikovsky’s
David Lehman
AFTERNOON AT THE METROPOLITAN, NYC
Against the mauve wall, a Flegel
Clare Rossini
Vernissage
Survivors of a volcanic explosion, cross-
Rosanna Warren
My Lovely Garonne
Because every tenth poem or so the poet described
Jessica Greenbaum
The Injured Future
Far left cluster the listeners, their heads lifted toward the speaker.
Terese Svoboda
The Invention of Everyday Life
A few days later Pierre arrived.
Lawrence Raab
The Dirty Orgasm, The Eleanor Ross Taylor Poems & Aren’t You Ashamed
I know what you think. I’m the orgasm poet. I have nothing else to write about. I should stop.
Nin Andrews
On Sadness | On Beauty
I noticed something strange and beautiful about the word “sad.”
Kathleen Ossip
Labyrinth (Lear)
A poorly timed abdication. A madness
Kathleen Graber
the primate hospital
I have raptured the oars.
G.C. Waldrep
In which I am confronted by a superhero
I’m hitting fast forward to skip the gruesome bits of an Icelandic mystery
Olya Kenney
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