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BORN ON
The twelfth of July, like Neruda, wouldn’t
Stuart Friebert
Phone Call: Lesson in Style and The Story of Civilization
“Everything feels all swollen and puffy, like my brain
Tom Sleigh
Lion Cub & Whales
We’d taken to being clever, or is that merely mischievous?
Carol Potter
Late Elegy for Charlotte
You were about to sail the Seine.
Lynn Emanuel
That’s How We Met translated by Chenxin Jiang
If only I didn’t have to grow up
Yau Ching
Urban Renewal
Outside my window, a brutal winter burn has curled
Major Jackson
Taking It Back
Two weeks past Epiphany,
Joseph Bathanti
South Hole
So worship fire.
G.C. Waldrep
Three Poems
I sat in the late day sun
Jessica Greenbaum
Oak | Installation
I sat at it, a good table—one of a number
Dore Kiesselbach
Two Poems
I could never say anything about my father
Patricia Clark
At sunset translated from Spanish by Paula J. Lambert
the dragonfly perches on the river waiting for a breeze
Juan Armando Rojas
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