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Little Black Dress and Julia
Puddled at my feet or ruched
Julia Thacker
Someone Is Walking the Pig
Someone is walking the pig in our downstairs hallway, where the shops are.
Fleda Brown
Bridge Thrill
After two days of TV airlifts and wheels-to-the-sky
Terese Svoboda
Dear Creature
Because of what I did
Jessica Cuello
Interlude for a Solitary Flute
What is the age of the couple
Mary Ruefle
FISHERMEN’S VILLAGE | VIA POLITICA
Squinty, salt-dusted windows gaze into the distance.
Luljeta Lleshanaku
ORACLES | HOME FRONT
Gone, even the singing fountain, here
Ron Smith
Two Exhausted Bodies
My insides are a flooded field. Though the field outside is larger and I have played there, laid
Xoşman Qado
Elegy & Brooklyn, 1957
My brother told me we would join the Wide
Floyd Skloot
Shin Issues | Flash Flood
Probably you have shins.
Douglas Goetsch
Snow, an essay and The Day After the Day Without a Yesterday
Or, the winter I kept being turned into a pillar of salt.
Nicole Callihan
Three Poems
We're headed to a stack of paper we call a reem
Kimiko Hahn
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