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He’s nowhere now.
Timothy Liu
Reading About Keith Jarrett This Morning in the Paper and Ode to the Table of Contents
how he probably won’t play in public again
Jessica Greenbaum
From Bajo la lluvia ajena (In Foreign Rain) by Juan Gelman, translated by Lisa Rose Bradford
On the tiers of experience.
Juan Gelman
The Bird that Begins it
In the world-famous night which is already flinging away bits of dark but not
Jorie Graham
Sitting on an Old Bedspread Under an Oak Tree, Watching My Son’s Soccer Practice
For reasons I can’t explain
Maggie Smith
Carl’s Barbershop
The peppermint stripes spinning
Abdul Ali
Double Sonnet Ending in New Testament
This poem is meant to have the make and model
Erika Meitner
The Willows in Winter in the Boston Public Garden
In the sun’s white
Catherine Breese Davis
Jerry Garcia in a Somerville Parking Lot
Past midnight, a man in his late 60s, tall, with long
Lloyd Schwartz
Gifts | The List
Books, your books, and blocks
Robin Behn
MASEFIELD IN PURGATORY | YOUR BROTHER’S FACE
Falls and stays flemished,
Susan Howe Elizabeth
She Dog | Mermaid
A ticky rain of blood from
Terese Svoboda
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