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The Unreturning, 2019
Suddenly cops crushed black citizens, hurled
Denise Duhamel
The Central
When we were hungry and my mother was
J. Allyn Rosser
Two poems by Katja Gorečan (from The Sufferings of Young Hana /Trpljenje mlade Hane) translated from Slovenian by Martha Kosir
hana likes to sit on the balcony when it rains.
Katja Gorečan
Triangulated
Is it the ship that's moving or the sea that's moving, the tide flowing against the ship?
Alpay Ulku
Of Course
If I wake at 3, ephemerality
Sydney Lea
On Brueghel’s Massacre of the Innocents
He’s switched the scene from Bethlehem
William Trowbridge
A Brief Portfolio
Look, there’s Mom with a cup of flour and a cup of time, staring into her blue bowl.
Mark Irwin
AN OTHER ROSE: FOR HENRI MICHAUX | FROM “ROSES: DEDICATIONS” | SINGING “ WITHOUT PEOPLE” | UNTITLED
There is an other rose – soul of my kith and kin!
Gennady Aygi
World on a String, 2012
Thunder, and my cats, pure products of America,
Gail Mazur
OLD LOVE LETTERS
I too have my stack
Tony Hoagland
Hatfield
Such lovely matter, rain, abundant rain,
Amy Beeder
The Dirty Orgasm, The Eleanor Ross Taylor Poems & Aren’t You Ashamed
I know what you think. I’m the orgasm poet. I have nothing else to write about. I should stop.
Nin Andrews
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