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Ars Poetica Über Prompt (Not the Taxi Service)
Take the worst poem you’ve ever written but that you haven’t
Suzanne Lummis
Fragments of The Sacrificial World
Porpoises feed every morning in the shallows
Martha Serpas
True West
We return by foot from pre-plantation oaks,
Daniel Tobin
SOME FAITH
God we need rain. And white flowers.
Barbara Ras
Willie Mays Lives at Adjacent Moments in Time
Because he would be seen
Bruce Smith
WILSER LOPEZ WOULD LIKE YOU
to be Wilser Lopez. So be Wilser Lopez
Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow
Magical Thinking
My dog does not question
Lisa Russ Spaar
Two poems by Louis-Philippe Dalembert translated from French by Nancy Naomi Carlson
dune of a beauty
Louis-Philippe Dalembert
OLD HUSBAND’S TALES
I’m one who tells old husbands’ tales, not wives’,
Sydney Lea
The Gaping Trellis
Cigarette burns on drab naugahyde
Lisa Rose Bradford
Two Poems
My nearsighted eye is for splinters, the threading of needles,
James Richardson
Lüneburg Station, April 30, 1976
It’s 5:45 am, sleepy car-landscape
Nicolas Born
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