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A man sits on his porch and reads aloud to the yard, to some plants and to some birds, his feelings of paranoia, anger
Michael Earl Craig
Interlude for a Solitary Flute
What is the age of the couple
Mary Ruefle
Streak, Exit Survey and Against All Endings
A jackknifed semi full
Donald Platt
Childhood
A bead of moisture swelling from black metal,
Alan Shapiro
Translation
Food is a door you have to open
Leslie Adrienne Miller
The Third Sequence: Time
Ribbon
Kimiko Hahn
Three Poems
We're headed to a stack of paper we call a reem
Kimiko Hahn
The Big Blow
After the snow-soused April gale I wandered
Sydney Lea
The Labors of Psyche
Because I could not not-know any longer I held the lamp over him
Kazim Ali
A Five-Years-Late Note to Jake Adam York
In Chicago, where the light plows over the lake into convention
John A. Nieves
No use
On October 21, 1962, Sylvia Plath wrote one poem that became two.
Kathleen Ossip
Five Per Page and Title covered in flies
Yard sticks and shards are kept in a jar shaped as a cowboy boot.
Alexandria Peary
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