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The Albino Squirrel
Bury it, I said. In the field. No,
Clare Rossini
Unexceptional
Except we were in love, or so it seemed.
Rafael Campo
America
America, I have a friend for whom everything went south
Kathleen Graber
Poems from Ukraine translated by Dzvinia Orlowsky and Chard deNiord
If it was a wedding instead of war,
Volodymyr Tymchuk
Old Tunes, Politics, Karma & Career
Took the afternoon off from the dozen things I’m supposed to repair, respond to, or maintain around the yard, and
Christopher Buckley
Notnames at the Detroit Institute of the Arts and Hell Fuckin’ Yeah: Smackdown vs. Raw
At the Detroit Institute of the Arts the Caravaggio’s no
Jill McDonough
Silent Night & Pleasure
If you dare to let yourself out
Frannie Lindsay
Up Early, I Turn off the Television News
High tide of sun curling & breaking onto the hardwood
Gerry LaFemina
The Injured Future
Far left cluster the listeners, their heads lifted toward the speaker.
Terese Svoboda
Liebfraumilch, Scale and Season
Our new son, fallen asleep
Joshua McKinney
Always a Woman, a War, or a Lost Cause
That hunched those men over Zorro’s
Nancy Mitchell
A Brief Portfolio of Six Poems
told us Hollywood was a verb on the painted stretcher & fretting,
Elena Karina Byrne
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