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OVER THE MOON
Five a.m.—the soft percussion of the rain
John Brehm
A Nun to be Named
I’ve been thinking about the nun who wouldn’t let me pee in fifth grade.
Peter Johnson
Little Pea: A Brief Portfolio
Sometimes I think I shouldn’t write about my past.
Nin Andrews
Post-
Clenching, unclenching her thin white fingers,
Annie Kim
Two Poems translated from Spanish by Diana Conchado
I have always liked bell towers
Juana M. Ramos
Self-Portrait to Be Used in Meditation | 22 | Chesty Morgan and Her Crazy-Ass Titties
I have a live owl in my mouth instead of words;
Krzysztof Jaworski
Pentimento
Meet me by the shadows & ponds of light where
Heidi Seaborn
GETTING READY THE HOUSE
My friend goes to visit his grave
Affonso Romano Sant’Anna
Possibility of Erasure | There Are Corpses Buried in Them
It is snowing this morning.
Okla Elliott
February Elegy with Tulips on a Glass Table
It’s the yellow dust inside the tulips.
Alison Jarvis
What, Me?
When we’re in a car together I worry we’ll die and the world will lose its role models.
Maureen Seaton
The Interview
Where is your wheel? Your bike-body? Sturdy-car-self?
Mary Buchinger
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