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Braid Him Into the Earth
Knee-high coffin of wicker, earth-boat floating through the woods.
Julia Thacker
Yet Another Life
And then one day I was no longer up
Michael Torres
THE BRIDGE
The most beautiful Russian girl in the world lives in Germany
Nicolae Coande
My Love
Place your hand, my love, against my heart
Christian Johann Heinrich Heine
It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back | Out of the crimson dawn one third the size of an icon’s
It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back –
Mikhail Eremin
The Loneliness of His Death
I like to think there’s a place where all the poets go
Sharon Dolin
Tattoos | Tattoos
They come with stories. Like the woman whose thorny twist
Rebecca Goss
Bear Sometimes Thinks He’s Dead & Shelf Life
But lately he’s observed the Hermit Thrush
David Huddle
The Triumphs of 1974 & A Self-Guided Tour of Machu Picchu, OR Please, Sir/Madam, Step Away from the Edge of the Abyss
Moneyless, we moved to Cali,
John Wall Barger
To the Poets Dropped from the Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry
Au revoir, Walter de la Mare!
Hunt Hawkins
It was never he, | One might say I’ve fulfilled the miserable obligation of constructing myself.
It was never he,
Santiago Vizcaíno
IT’S 4PM IN THE E.R. AND I AM REARRANGED WITH A SMALL SADNESS
I don't know what made me think
Sonja Halvorson
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