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A Hole in My Backyard
I get very nervous, I admit.
John Wall Barger
The Night Was Born
This night was born in an old and dust-filled pantry, and yesterday’s – in the
Alexander Ulanov
Piano Epistemology, Apostrophes and Beauty
I’m pretty sure this piano exists,
Billy Collins
To Say
There are dead children all over and under this earth
Leslie Harrison
The Call |Palm
You and I, we have been here before.
Bruce Bond
Some Answers
No, I will not change.
Martha Silano
Two poems by Tomasz Różycki translated from Polish by Mira Rosenthal
Hello? If you can hear me, give a sign, a call,
Tomasz Różycki
Agnus Dei, Winslow Wants a Gun, Omega Street
The shearer’s come horse-back from Solo –
Joseph Bathanti
No use
On October 21, 1962, Sylvia Plath wrote one poem that became two.
Kathleen Ossip
Possibility of Erasure | There Are Corpses Buried in Them
It is snowing this morning.
Okla Elliott
Nail tr. by Anita Gopalan
A piece of heart that doesn’t pain on breaking
Geet Chaturvedi
Ubi Sunt
In the bottom left corner of Pennsylvania,
Joseph Bathanti
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