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Refugee & Existential
I read the Spanish for any clue,
Christopher Buckley
SPITE FENCE | THE HUMAN CANARY
My neighbor forced his abutter
John Skoyles
Throughway and Passage
Faces, facing one another on the bus.
Matthias Göritz
Hellebore | The Way of Books
Lord, I am all
Mary Ruefle
Beautiful Worry
this wan light, spaghetti-thin, uneases
Deborah Gorlin
Black Forest and Country Night
Sometimes my mind goes back to certain things.
Laura Newbern
Godscan
The sun is the size of a human foot.
T.R. Hummer
WHO did the blue school
who bruised the wound
Eleni Sikelianos
Bending Truth to Advantage
From Robert Lowell’s poem “Those Before Us,” these final lines: “Pardon them for existing.
Scott Withiam
Errand
The fawn was
David Baker
Head of a Woman with the Horns of a Ram
I used to curse the sidewalk ice
Katie Hartsock
The Elms | For the Collection
Workers were cut; had to be done for . . . corporations
Scott Withiam
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