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[There was the way his mother]
There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.
Megan Nichols
Family
None of my friends called their grandmother Nana.
Alan Shapiro
SOLILOQUY OF A TORNADO IN THE DISTANCE
I knew a girl once
Bruce Bond
knell & i object i object i object
the chit-a’click-chit of a squirrel
Jay Hopler
Fox and Piñata
I saw my first movie
Andrea Cohen
It Was A 3.8
My mother said go get me a plum.
Ron Slate
Pull Off on Old Lyme Road to Fuck
Because I would have given everything for you to want to talk to me you remain the sound of street lamps
Rogan Kelly
Three Ghazals
When I woke in the night, I walked to the center of the dream.
Nicole Callihan and Zoë Ryder White
The homeless roamer translated from Dutch by Arno Bohlmeijer
Someone says I don’t know and the whole
Hester Knibbe
More Reason
Though you may be a scribe in ancient Egypt
Carl Dennis
From the River of News
The President and his opponent both speaking in Ohio—
Robert Pinsky
Houses
Under the cold light of the chintzy white crown chandelier, I’d lean one upright card again
Alan Shapiro
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