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Now they tell us
Rae Armantrout
Mouth & Nomadic Reverie
Molar: a grinding tooth at the back of a mammal’s mouth.
Cynthia Cruz
THE DAY
History sings “misery, misery.”
Chard deNiord
PHYSICS, ETC.
Everything and everybody are always doing something.
Arthur Vogelsang
Gun Notes
This man and I softly discussed hunting
David Huddle
The Morgue is Closed & Pélican Dans Sa Píeté
Any décor depresses when it shows
Martha Serpas
The Headless Horseman | A Tune for Theremin Vox
The messenger was so dead they sent him
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
LIMESTONE GHAZAL
My windowsill’s lined with fossils, whorled limestone
Brad Richard
The Bahá’í School
It stood at the top of a steep hill that sloped all the way down to the Pisquataqua River, which even then I knew was tidal.
Lindsay Stuart Hill
Oj Golube, Moj Golube
I was born to pigeons cooing.
Milica Mijatović
Sidewinder
You say I rudely cut her off, that you had to apologize,
Page Hill Starzinger
For the Dead Union
After summer rain, the old-growth forest
Christopher Bakken
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