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Ode to Scars
The scars on others’ faces draw me to them.
Thomas Lux
A Brief Portfolio of Six Poems
told us Hollywood was a verb on the painted stretcher & fretting,
Elena Karina Byrne
The Freud Museum
It’s 1938. Here’s moss on red brick
Ruth Padel
A Story About Vietnam and Alexi Santana
In a tiled bathroom stall, one chapter per tile,
Steven Cramer
A Brief Portfolio
Both before and after our marriage,
Chase Twichell
Pet of the Week
Oh, Salsa, I too
Cathleen Calbert
A Brief Portfolio
A detail like a grave
John Skoyles
Mantra Post- Storm Desmond
After thirty-six hours indoors while Desmond
John Kinsella
Two Poems
These days the plum
Dennis Maloney
The Last Photograph
a golden shovel on the opening line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “To Prisoners”
Carrie Etter
BUSH | SERIAL
Warms thieves.
Diane Vreuls
Two poems by Adélia Prado (from
Miserere
) translated from Brazilian Portuguese by Ellen Doré Watson
On what might be called a street,
Adélia Prado
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