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Rune
Not timber or bronze or iridium, not the old habits of species at a waterhole or the short
Maxine Chernoff
Thetis
We see her through her element, not
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
The Fourth Walk
Among the ruined are the ruins. Rules even skies can wreck in shreds,
Cole Swensen
Mishap
At the soiree, a hot ticket zooms off with a hot potato into the toy
Bruce Cohen
Four Poems
Unable to return from my ashes
Rolando Kattan
The Afterlife of Breath
My father dead on the gurney
Stewart Moss
Pandemic Fugue
These are the skies of my childhood
Jody Bolz
THE LOST MUSEUM | GOODBYE TO A
All my life stars falling on cars, the laundry
Kelle Groom
Ars Polis
way too human too fast way too boring too quick
Andrei Codrescu
I Decided to Weigh My Head
Was it really as heavy as it felt?
John Brehm
Letter to My Almost Former House
It’s true, I’m getting ready to leave you.
Theresa Burns
Tsunami Letter—March 2011
Shunning the safety of high ground
Lawrence Matsuda
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