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Cassandra
Some days I could go quietly into the spot where
Sasha West
The Path of Non-Attachment
Andrew totaled my car, leveled the house,
Tanya Grae
Regular Arithmetic
My sister says, all men are insecure,
Leah Umansky
Hymn of the Squirrels, Echidna Tremens and Singled Out
Not an issue of ‘variety’, of red, brown, grey and black,
John Kinsella
My Surly Heart
You don’t know what lives
David Huddle
What They Told Me At The Boy’s Club In Gainesville
Right over there, in the public library, that's where Rahul got shot--
Tony Hoagland
Natural History of the Soul
The song thrush hops, runs, stands,
Elizabeth Arnold
From Pendant que Perceval tombait, by Tania Langlais, translated from French by Jessica Cuello
you don’t know how to write with lightness
Tania Langlais
Babel of Signs
Skirting the coast desperate for fresh food
Elizabeth Holmes
The Unreturning, 2019
Suddenly cops crushed black citizens, hurled
Denise Duhamel
This Is the Day the Lord Has Made
This is the day the Lord has made,
Mark Jarman
Given Plums
Early July my sister and I filled two sacks of plums from our orchard. We shook each tree until the ripest orbs fell
Dzvinia Orlowsky
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