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Farther back than my grandmother
Fred D’Aguiar
Centerfold of the Year | Centerfold of the Month: Rabbit Season | Centerfold of the Month: Judgment
Full frontal I stand, knee-high socks and white heels,
Dorothy Chan
CROYLAND ABBEY
irrigation or exit
G.C. Waldrep
The Remaining Breast
I was showing my sister something about my breasts.
Alicia Ostriker
Let the Dead Bury the Dead
Surely she would want to hear one final song, something from the Carpathians, something folkloric about flying
Dzvinia Orlowsky
The Elms | For the Collection
Workers were cut; had to be done for . . . corporations
Scott Withiam
Untitled
it's harder to be patient when you're helpless
Ralph Angel
I’ll Hang Around as Long as You Will Let Me
John Prine is dead on TV in the season before trees bear peaches
Jane Springer
A Love Letter from Larkin | Chemotherapy
Dearest, while waiting for my cheese to melt
D.M. Thomas
Ever Wish We’d Gone Beyond Being Friends? and My Auto Dealership
You asked. I’m remembering the vacation island
Scott Withiam
Story of My Species
first she was in the ocean
Zhao Lihua
CALLING BACK | CHARITY
My daughter sings in snow falling through the scent of red oak or ash, some of the flakes large enough to contain passages from Emily Dickinson’s letters.
Steven Cramer
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