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Thanksgiving Near Cape Coast & Pine Cones: April 2020
Churning along through viscous mud,
Rachel Hadas
Transfer
Now they tell us
Rae Armantrout
I Offer This Container
Monkeys of fresh rage born again—
Jeffrey Skinner
Promiscuous and Thanking My Breasts
Promiscuous is what my mother
Kim Dower
L’Heure Bleue
Who was the first to say darkness “falls”?
Barbara Ras
Rizal Stadium, World War II
He was almost home, poor guy.
Ron Smith
First Wedding
It was one of those days when not even the bland sun
Diane K. Martin
Two Poems
All the twists in all the tongues, all
Amit Majmudar
Old, Two, Not, Wrote
letters to an old poet
Hank Lazer
Godscan
The sun is the size of a human foot.
T.R. Hummer
Cigar Box Banjo
Blind Willie Johnson could coax
Kim Addonizio
Field Dressing
Dispatch animal
Angela Ball
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