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Sister Dementia Remembers & Phone Booth
Enough of bosom, ass, and pillow—
Nancy Mitchell
A SHOUT FROM THE DARK
If like a Buddhist I accepted the world
Pui Ying Wong
DERRIÈRE LE MUR ANTI-BRUIT/PROMENADES EN ÎLE-DE-FRANCE by Chantal Bizzini translated by J. Bradford Anderson
Pourquoi le rez-de-chaussée
Chantal Bizzini
On Chanukah
Isn’t fire itself
Linda Pastan
Silent Night & Pleasure
If you dare to let yourself out
Frannie Lindsay
Kabuki
A widow in Mississippi kept them in glass cases,
R.T. Smith
KINDNESS DETECTOR | TRUTH IN ADVERTISING
It looks like a bamboo flute, but has a motor that draws air across a copper plate treated with chemicals which,
Charles Harper Webb
Three Poems
Our lives are so brief, she says,
D. Nurkse
Lamentations
America more guns more than us
Martha Collins
The Stranger
A quick call
Timothy Liu
Found Poem: “Swelling Anti-Asian Violence: Who Is Being Attacked Where,” NYT, April 3, 2021
Queens | A 47-year-old man and his 10-year-old son
Kimiko Hahn
My Polish and Another Poem
When I try to thank it, it shushes me. Then illuminates my way to the Exit.
Rick Hilles
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