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I’ll Be Fine
Give or take, without my books
Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow
Ode to Roadside Shrines
I first see you in Crete, little boxes on four skinny legs,
Barbara Hamby
What Was Left Out
was the skirt my sister bought with the prize money
Elizabeth Weaver
In a Field, at Sunset
When he asked if I still loved him, I didn’t answer
Carl Phillips
from “From Nothing”
One note, another, in the parlor’s angled light,
Daniel Tobin
When My Son Is Dead 16 Years
After you died, my Beautiful boy,
Alexis Rhone Fancher
Stammer (2 pp)
Was I hatched from an egg, fostered by birds
Betsy Sholl
The Insurgency of Tears is to Eradicate Sadness and Hold Joy as Close as the Moon
Mike’s at The Whitney.
Matthew Lippman
Two Poems
Late afternoon, crows still at gossip
Sydney Lea
What’s Real? | Is Nothing Sacred Anymore?
This question didn’t much interest me
David Huddle
After victory — the era of postwar executions
After victory – the era of postwar executions.
Boris Khersonsky
THE LIGHTS ON THE BOATS
I didn’t start this to break anyone’s heart.
C Dale Young
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