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Nursing Home
She had dreams fifty years ago
Vijay Seshadri
Salgado Maranhão’s “Mythic Ground” translated by Alexis Levitin
For the living, this is the ground,
Salgado Maranhão
Approximations
Waking up in a borrowed room, in a body
Oksana Maksymchuk
Two Fat Braids Crossed at the Crown
Mishearing you holding out the gadget plug,
Arielle Greenberg
Two Poems
A rectangular tray materializes, made
Sawnie Morris
The dream and Useless is as useless doesn’t
For awhile I had a drawer full of electronic stuff,
Bob Hicok
Micah
For a moment I was on trial
Gerald Stern
Objects in Mirror Are Larger than They Appear
That beautiful girl on a bicycle smoking a cigarette:
Frannie Lindsay
Ode to Cabeza de Vaca
What good is it to see for miles and miles,
Bruce Weigl
A Photo Of My Father That Doesn’t Actually Exist and Take The Body From The Ground
Her clothing says Old Europe
Joshua Mensch
Anti-Gravity Time Machine
From the front stoop it’s the 21st century;
Jennifer Michael Hecht
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
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