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The Sun Pours Forth & An American in Paris
We are in a garden among friends
Stephen Ackerman
The Last Harvest
Of course the snake is still here
J.P. Dancing Bear
Sullen Art
Someone will write a poem called Charlottesville,
Kim Addonizio
Why I Haven’t “Outgrown Surrealism,” No Matter What That Moron Reviewer Wrote
I still love the sound of breaking,
Dean Young
A Woman in Damascus That Year | While She’s Asleep In Baghdad
Her soul’s in my hand and she knows I’m there
Ghassan Zaqtan
On Delta Flight #2164 From JFK
I'm headed home from a stint at Long Island's
Wendy Barker
GETTING READY THE HOUSE | THEY ARE MOVING ALONG
My friend goes to visit his grave
Affonso Romano Sant’Anna
HOUSEKEEPING: Frida’s Future Kiss
After the palm reader told her no man would ever claim her,
Lois P. Jones
SOME FAITH
God we need rain. And white flowers.
Barbara Ras
Triangulated
Is it the ship that's moving or the sea that's moving, the tide flowing against the ship?
Alpay Ulku
Early Explorers Sometimes Carried Watermelons Instead of Canteens & Close Your Eyes
Ever cut open a watermelon
Katharine Rauk
Circumference & Earthrise
Vanilla farmers in Madagascar sit in the dark with rifles;
Arthur Sze
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