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WILSER LOPEZ WOULD LIKE YOU
to be Wilser Lopez. So be Wilser Lopez
Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow
So Much More Mournful than Before
This morning, remembering the end
Lawrence Raab
Wartime Pantoum
Were the mountain women sold as slaves
Marilyn Hacker
Unfinished Business
Cleaning up, in the kitchen, she goes to wipe away a small black seed from the counter.
Lydia Davis
Invitation
Go now to the silence. It has longed for you
Frannie Lindsay
Riding the Metro-North New Haven Line and Black Mountain Music
The question is what kind of sausage are they—
David Blair
GET ON YOUR PONY AND RIDE | BIG WHEEL
You are under the impression that my poems
Geoffrey Young
Cora Goes Birding
This was a bad idea.
Kate Falvey
Aqua and Violet
Childlike ones don’t tattle on the choice of stepfathers.
Katherine Soniat
To a High Aircraft | Palazzo Maldura
While now by slow degrees
Karl Kirchwey
Polar Bear & Memento Mori: Stradivarius
I am relieved. For twenty-seven years,
Jennifer Franklin
Moving the Piano and From the Cliff
Compact and gleaming, black and white,
Rachel Hadas
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