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LA LONGUE DURÉE
It’s a far cry from the blaze we light
Angie Estes
Breakfast, the most important poem
So far, pockets are good
Bob Hicok
Lava Lakes and Petrified Forests in the Afterlife
I watched a roomful of faces exert effort to remain unrevealed
Dara Wier
Three Poems
I gave my mother
Clare Rossini
Winter Morning and Ceci n’est pas un pot
I can easily imagine someone always doubting before he opened his front door whether
M.L. Williams
Unexceptional
Except we were in love, or so it seemed.
Rafael Campo
Three Stages of Friendship and Grief
I was wondering if your eyelashes had fallen out
Elizabeth Jacobson
Ancestors
Farther back than my grandmother
Fred D’Aguiar
Why I Haven’t “Outgrown Surrealism,” No Matter What That Moron Reviewer Wrote
I still love the sound of breaking,
Dean Young
Post Mortem
You might not see the bodies in the famous photo
William Trowbridge
Vernissage
Survivors of a volcanic explosion, cross-
Rosanna Warren
Leopard Goes Through Hell Villanelle
When I am sober my brain calls me names.
Jennifer Michael Hecht
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