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“Summer with Monika” translated from Polish by Scotia Gilroy
we spent the days lying on the hot asphalt, fleeing
Urszula Honek
Things forgotten
once in another city,
Michael Anania
Poem of the Quotidian
Night falls so swiftly in this part of town
Ruy Belo
Untitled |Untitled
Day as in backwards
Ralph Angel
Corona & At a Time Like This
A miniscule David without
Linda Pastan
Pathetic Fallacy
Jog through this suburb at a blue hour
Major Jackson
Two Poems
I don’t think I’ll make it,
Page Hill Starzinger
grief being a swatch of blue & grief being that song from childhood & grief being a pitched tent
a rectangle in an unborn son’s room
Nicole Callihan
Coal Bin
Some witchy and slinky,
John Skoyles
Poem to Circe IV
Ancient bronzes, we reached the sea.
José Manuel Cardona
A Brief Portfolio
What goes with you, cured meats,
Daniel Halpern
The Podium
He is bilious, potty-mouthed, at once puffy and rachitic. He sways, eyes red and rheumy as September strawberries.
D. Nurkse
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