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I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer. I
Dorianne Laux
Those little plastic number puzzles | Linnaean
given out at grade school parties:
Lisa Gluskin Stonestreet
Happy Hour & Babies Cry at 5:03 pm
Marcy lets us play
Nancy Kangas
Grave
Over the grave the bird will
Kuno Raeber
Wrapped in Paper and String
Monsters crawl in our brains,
Terese Svoboda
Why I’m Here | Unbearable
Why I'm Here
Nancy Mitchell
Road Trip
Over the singed and brittle roadside stalks,
Davis McCombs
The Minefield and Uncanny Daddy
In the hospital after so strangely
Charles O. Hartman
Mr. Palomar’s Wave
A long time ago, I went with my aunt to hear
Julie Bruck
If He Had Missed It Would Have Killed Him
my uncle said of the dog pa shot
Brionne Janae
Antonio Gamoneda, from Book of the Cold (World Poetry Books, May 2022) translated from Spanish by Katherine M. Hedeen and Víctor Rodríguez Núñez
You smell the wet linens, your acids.
Antonio Gamoneda
The Unmet Lover
Once I saw you in a freight elevator
D. Nurkse
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