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Fox and Piñata
I saw my first movie
Andrea Cohen
Wilderness
The mind is a wilderness like Bartram’s, razed, cemented over, marked by rows
Carol Frost
First Words
In the marriage booth at sleep-away camp,
Rebecca Michels
Essay with a Grain of Salt
Salt on black silk
James Richardson
Home Life
I was sitting still in an armchair
Billy Collins
Preludes and Fugues, Cycle C
Watch your cat leap up in fright and flee
Emmanuel Moses
The Fortieth Day | Pussy Riot/Want/Don’t/Want
Now she called forth nights of a different kind of brilliance when the moon wrapped every thing with light—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Refugee & Existential
I read the Spanish for any clue,
Christopher Buckley
Shame
Why did I want a Queen Conch shell
Sandy Solomon
Myth
The blind hobo who returned
Fady Joudah
Solstice, Seven Questions (Private/Public) & A Fable
blood on a slide--thumbprint in a pool--
Anna Maria Hong
Two Poems
might it not behoove us to retire, to pull away
Bruce Beasley
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