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Hi. My Name Is Billy Hollands.
And there it is, that little tilt of my head –
Bill Hollands
Rondeau and Song
She would have yawned to see a Pharaoh’s fall,
Hailey Leithauser
ON RETREAT | POLAND SPRING MANDARIN ORANGE
The way you reconstructed the dream was telling –
Jerome Sala
What if Cat Stevens was a dog person? | Thus, always to tryrants | The Seamstress
Someone offered me an olive branch
Steve Castro
Undomesticated
The large goose does what it always will,
Gerry LaFemina
Rubbish Heap translated by Sasha Dugdale
I haven’t the strength to sing of you, resplendent rubbish heap!
Elena Shvarts
Bosnia, Kentucky
Court documents say her name is Azra Bašic. In 1992, twin knives
Ellen Bass
SHE-POETS CENTO
Femininity is a sickness. I open my eyes.
Kate Daniels
The Cocoon, I Started Slowly & Morning’s Only Yellow
Visiting my cousin’s church I found
Betsy Sholl
Words
Words are loyal.
Jane Hirshfield
Two Poems
You’d think somebody would’ve put those six
Ron Smith
Tool & Die
In the final unburdening, massive crates are moved
T.R. Hummer
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