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Shakedown, Sleeping Mother and The Touch
On Main Street, two cops stop me in front of the tire store. One is big and burly and the other is lean
Jeff Friedman
Lobsters | Turkey Vultures
In the depths of the sea they will eat the sea and outgrow the world’s largest pot.
Brian Barker
The Unreturning, 2019
Suddenly cops crushed black citizens, hurled
Denise Duhamel
Charlotte
That was a malaise. We call that malaise.
Mark Dow
No use
On October 21, 1962, Sylvia Plath wrote one poem that became two.
Kathleen Ossip
Uplight
The uplight is where I want to be, above and looking, and looking over.
Leah Umansky
Two Exhausted Bodies
My insides are a flooded field. Though the field outside is larger and I have played there, laid
Xoşman Qado
Rembrandt, Self-Portrait, Age 51
Rembrandt, I aspire to your self-portraits
Peter Cooley
The Mirror
We dream of two dragons
Norman Dubie
Four Poems translated by Christopher Buckley
In the early morning the city is something else.
Ernesto Trejo
Interlude for a Solitary Flute
What is the age of the couple
Mary Ruefle
The Barn
No one just Mary
Frannie Lindsay
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