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Three Poems
Being adopted means I have choices on “The Meaning of Your Name”
John Gallaher
Circumference & Earthrise
Vanilla farmers in Madagascar sit in the dark with rifles;
Arthur Sze
Extreme Close-up
All the things I love about his face come from movement:
Susan Rich
BUSH | SERIAL
Warms thieves.
Diane Vreuls
Three Ghazals
When I woke in the night, I walked to the center of the dream.
Nicole Callihan and Zoë Ryder White
When My Son Is Dead 16 Years
After you died, my Beautiful boy,
Alexis Rhone Fancher
Childhood
A bead of moisture swelling from black metal,
Alan Shapiro
On History
His father’s boss was a Millerite—
Wayne Miller
Two Poems
I didn't know it then, but we were learning Italian...
Christopher Buckley
Two poems by Tomasz Różycki translated from Polish by Mira Rosenthal
Hello? If you can hear me, give a sign, a call,
Tomasz Różycki
Soup Teachers
we called them, the women who stood behind
Thomas Lux
View From a Shrinking Floe
Beyond the boats freed from the dripping ice
Billy Collins
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