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April
I think I will accept my life, the moment
Maxine Scates
Pour Ainsi Dire
Drinking. What is boozing? If not a liquid manner of corresponding, thanks to wine,
Georges Perros
The Harrow Plow
Each spring it sank a little further down
Adam Tavel
Madame Bovary, c’est moi
If we were all as kind to each other
Daisy Bassen
AFTER A FUNERAL
After the service and reception hour
Ted Kooser
Before They Came For Us | Civilian Exiting the Facilities | Table for Six
They met in the woods below our homes, brought their sawed-off shotguns and
Idra Novey
Loud Walk in Fall | Regret
There is something else
Lia Purpura
“Flüchtige monde” / “fugitive moons” translated from the German by Joscha Klueppel
mountains recall their flock of birds. the dear birds,
Yevgeniy Breyger
Bedtime Story
It wasn’t only my father who believed in the romanticism of war
Bruce Cohen
LA CASA BELLINA
You seemed happy,
Joyce Peseroff
Shame
Why did I want a Queen Conch shell
Sandy Solomon
In My Thorn Dream | In my Path Dream
The thing is the delicacy
Robin Behn
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