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The Drowned and the Saved
If all of us were to try to kill ourselves at least once, then all of us would know nothing more than that: which is why
Tom Sleigh
Excerpt from poem by Im Yunjidang translated from Hanja (via modern Korean) by Suphil Lee Park
This shapeless blade
Im Yunjidang
Three Stages of Friendship and Grief
I was wondering if your eyelashes had fallen out
Elizabeth Jacobson
Drive-in Double Dare
In gravel dust and starlight, after the hummingbirds fe
Sharon Kubasak
AS IN A SACK | STILL HEARD | BREATH THEY COULDN’T
AS IN A SACK held shut by cord,
Joan Houlihan
In which I am confronted by a superhero
I’m hitting fast forward to skip the gruesome bits of an Icelandic mystery
Olya Kenney
Three Poems
Every time I try to walk
Carolyn Guinzio
in common and gentrify
My neighbor Steve is one of these lawn guys, with an engined solution for every yard flaw.
Sarah Dunphy-Lelii
THINNING THE SPRUCES
I’ve become ruthless with the spruces
Jeffrey Harrison
Throughway and Passage
Faces, facing one another on the bus.
Matthias Göritz
Grandpa David Told Me Once of Carpathia, a Place He had Never Been
His hospital topped
Xander Gershberg
My Shame & Sanctuary
At first that howl suggests an overbearing parent
Julie Bruck
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