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Early Explorers Sometimes Carried Watermelons Instead of Canteens & Close Your Eyes
Ever cut open a watermelon
Katharine Rauk
Paean for the Players
The pale actor’s mouth
April Bernard
Until Recently I Had Believed In Something Like Lack | Until Only Last Week I Hadn’t Thought
Until recently I had believed in something like lack
Edward Mayes
Two Poems
A rectangular tray materializes, made
Sawnie Morris
Beards & The Gospel According to Ian Fleming
During my sleep, the entire world had been taken over by full beards.
Nicholas Samaras
Unfinished Business
Cleaning up, in the kitchen, she goes to wipe away a small black seed from the counter.
Lydia Davis
Two Poems
My nearsighted eye is for splinters, the threading of needles,
James Richardson
Quickies in Widowhood with three instances of laughter (one not narrated), two instances of crying
Amid the whiteness of cheeses, corn puffs,
Daisy Fried
KRVAVÝ KOLENO
Why does the line end sooner than the page?
Sylva Fischerová
A Woman in Damascus That Year | While She’s Asleep In Baghdad
Her soul’s in my hand and she knows I’m there
Ghassan Zaqtan
New Home
This house has no prehistory,
Lidija Dimkovska
Three Poems
My fingers grow white with winter, blood
Traci Brimhall
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