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On Not Translating Polish Poets
Were it not
Brian Culhane
Leopard Goes Through Hell Villanelle
When I am sober my brain calls me names.
Jennifer Michael Hecht
Three Poems
Lavishly robed and turbaned, the palmist
Robert Wrigley
36.
A woman was choked by a metal shackle
Louis Calaferte
To Be That Boy, to Be That Horse
I’ve watched a shy horse
Alan May
The Day
Day I didn’t blink and the day was gone.
Thomas Lux
I’m Going to Bed When You Go to Bed
Let someone else learn the borders of every country’s will,
Laurie Lamon
In Which the Sea Rakes at My Window and Seemingly Unlike Me
and I wake rattled, as if to resist a long fall
Ellen Doré Watson
At the perennial exchange
At the perennial exchange, you will swap half a hosta
Jane Zwart
A Brief Portfolio
A murder of crows wing black vectors across
Steven Cramer
Wait a Minute, It’s Simple
As I chewed thoughtful fruit breakfast
Arthur Vogelsang
Why I Started Writing a Novel
Earlier today I started writing a novel out of the simple
Jessica Greenbaum
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