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Pensé Que Estabas Muerto
but your deaths existed the nights you didn’t come home.
Jules Jacob
Rubbish Heap translated by Sasha Dugdale
I haven’t the strength to sing of you, resplendent rubbish heap!
Elena Shvarts
A Brief Portfolio
Autumn again, and I side with Szymborska
Christopher Buckley
Lush & Fair-Flung
You’re thinking of drunks,
Hailey Leithauser
Interlude for a Solitary Flute
What is the age of the couple
Mary Ruefle
Father and Analysand
Shy in houndstooth, white hair and a smoke
Joan Houlihan
Any Kind
Look up. The sky is never constant, sometimes clouded,
Leah Umansky
Tampa at 8PM, Listening to a Podcast on Bird Migration
Woodlawn Cemetery lies shadowed beneath violet-bellied clouds
Will Wellman
The Hardworking Man
On the island where I grew up, the hardworking man is the ideal man. The
Nin Andrews
The Mending Wall
No one noticed as I left both the tour group
James Davis May
Soldier’s Wife in the Aftermath
After the great war I stepped inside
Andrea Read
N18P6
the shape doesn’t
Hank Lazer
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