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Road Trip
Over the singed and brittle roadside stalks,
Davis McCombs
Brothers
Who eats with a jaw half-cranked with counterweight
Laura Kolbe
Ghazal with Bread
how many summers apart from you, in search of bread
Gökçenur Ç
And Now, As Promised
How lousy are your prospects when you
William Trowbridge
Checkerboard Mesa
Dear mesa, dome of rock, do you remember your deep past?
Robin Rosen Chang
I Decided to Weigh My Head
Was it really as heavy as it felt?
John Brehm
Busy bees | Torture
I like being around people who believe
Bob Hicok
mother of stains
a mother made of three buttons from three different sweaters
William Lessard
Antonio Gamoneda, from Book of the Cold (World Poetry Books, May 2022) translated from Spanish by Katherine M. Hedeen and Víctor Rodríguez Núñez
You smell the wet linens, your acids.
Antonio Gamoneda
Agnus Dei, Winslow Wants a Gun, Omega Street
The shearer’s come horse-back from Solo –
Joseph Bathanti
Contagions of the Visible
In the optics of the dark ages, the eye
Bruce Bond
Quickies in Widowhood with three instances of laughter (one not narrated), two instances of crying
Amid the whiteness of cheeses, corn puffs,
Daisy Fried
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