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WILSER LOPEZ WOULD LIKE YOU
to be Wilser Lopez. So be Wilser Lopez
Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow
Three Poems
Lavishly robed and turbaned, the palmist
Robert Wrigley
Wartime Pantoum
Were the mountain women sold as slaves
Marilyn Hacker
Caroline
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he
Robert Clinton
Separate Cars
Just happens is what I fear most. A couple grown insular,
Scott Withiam
She Dog | Mermaid
A ticky rain of blood from
Terese Svoboda
Dolls
The dolls wait for the children
Margo Taft Stever
My Fifth Tattoo at the Darkstar Ink Parlor
It takes a long time to get a tattoo
Alejandro Escudé
Proof of Poetry
I wanted first to end up as a drunk in the gutter
Tom Sleigh
Dog in the Manger
As if you’d keep your bones from other dogs
Linda Pastan
Ode to Hands translated from Spanish by Mihaela Moscaliuc and Juan Suárez Proaño
Nothing can hide from hands
Juan Suárez Proaño
The Seven Mysteries of Our-Lady Madonna
They emerge out of distance,
Frances Richey
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