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Childhood
A bead of moisture swelling from black metal,
Alan Shapiro
Between Poems | It Was | Było
Here in this moment before the perfect poem
Tadeusz Dziewanowski
Blind | Opulent, Unfunereal World
The way, as I wake, some shimmery dream
Chris Forhan
The Recognizable | Poem Beginning with a Line by C. Dale Young
Like when an irresistible force
Troy Jollimore
A Brief Portfolio
As the fight went on my father set
Floyd Skloot
Ophthalmology
No me miras, she said, hiding her face,
Rafael Campo
Who Are You?
who are you? the effect of well fed herds?
Tomaž Šalamun
BUD
Five years of nothing. Then, one night she calls
Peter Campion
Jukkasjärvi, Sweden | Hämeenkyrö, Finland
It flew like a little bird
Mark Wunderlich
Poem for Shang Qin
I’ve been digging my way toward you since the day I was born. I watch the
Christopher Kennedy
Uncle
Here is the man who tells you
Peter Campion
As It Happens
As it happens, there was nothing left, so much to do, a plethora
Phillis Levin
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