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So Much More Mournful than Before
This morning, remembering the end
Lawrence Raab
It Happened All the Time
Daylight shatters through the thatches where a bird might fall,
Teresa Cader
Spam Risk
It was always a risk.
Carol Muske-Dukes
Tsunami Letter—March 2011
Shunning the safety of high ground
Lawrence Matsuda
What if Cat Stevens was a dog person? | Thus, always to tryrants | The Seamstress
Someone offered me an olive branch
Steve Castro
The Etymology of “Alaasa” [علاسة]
In 2006, the word
Nomi Stone
Fable 7, 8 & 9
I knew a boy with swastikas on his sneakers. I never knew the story.
Bruce Bond
GHAZAL 4
How sullen we’ve become in the belly of the empire;
Deema K. Shehabi
SunRiders
Lucy!
Juan Felipe Herrera
The Last Photograph
a golden shovel on the opening line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “To Prisoners”
Carrie Etter
Unexceptional
Except we were in love, or so it seemed.
Rafael Campo
Old Lithographed Landscape & Woolgathering
A causeway wavers all the tilted days
Alexander Dickow
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