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Paramouria & You Do What You’re Good At
You know (you think), and then
Ralph Culver
On Not Translating Polish Poets
Were it not
Brian Culhane
The Sailor’s Love Song and Irish Whiskey
When I was young I burned to be
Peter Meinke
Twelve Wings & Mother of the Holy Hope
It was difficult to get a nurse.
Kelle Groom
You Don’t Drink Wine? and I Tremble: Two poems by Rumi
What? You don’t drink wine? Infidel, begone!
Jalal al-Din Rumi
Errand
The fawn was
David Baker
The Child and I
I wanted to go fishing one day,
Martinus Nijhoff
Forced March
I remembered it wrong, the scene in the film
Susan Aizenberg
Pensé Que Estabas Muerto
but your deaths existed the nights you didn’t come home.
Jules Jacob
But-cept
I recall not wanting my oldest son
Sydney Lea
Sitting on an Old Bedspread Under an Oak Tree, Watching My Son’s Soccer Practice
For reasons I can’t explain
Maggie Smith
The Seven Mysteries of Our-Lady Madonna
They emerge out of distance,
Frances Richey
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