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Pensé Que Estabas Muerto
but your deaths existed the nights you didn’t come home.
Jules Jacob
A Poem and Two Fables
The breeze this morning pulls on the surface of the bay,
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
The NewMath and Nor Easter
There may still be time to find the cosine of x. Under an à la mode
Partridge Boswell
Excerpt from poem by Im Yunjidang translated from Hanja (via modern Korean) by Suphil Lee Park
This shapeless blade
Im Yunjidang
Wind, Blue Sky
I am practicing being
Susan Aizenberg
Holiday Candle
Thank you for your kind gift
Stewart Moss
The Unmet Lover
Once I saw you in a freight elevator
D. Nurkse
Poem with No Content
No, not even under reconstruction, you’ve been deactivated. A breach of contract,
Cynthia Atkins
Old Man Swimming
When the Old Man of the Sea shapeshifting on the bottom
Tom Sleigh
Interlude for a Solitary Flute
What is the age of the couple
Mary Ruefle
Checkerboard Mesa
Dear mesa, dome of rock, do you remember your deep past?
Robin Rosen Chang
The Movie My Murderer Makes
My murderer sits in row F, seat 3, just behind my wife and me, in row E, seats 3 and 4.
Chris Shipman
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