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Sweet Nothings
I whispered to your offered ear
Alan Shapiro
The Injured Future
Far left cluster the listeners, their heads lifted toward the speaker.
Terese Svoboda
War Poems
Mangled tanks at rest on the roadway's shoulder.
Philip Fried
Night Rising
Silence falls in tiny waves, women shutting
Afaa Michael Weaver
Language Is a Form of Walking, Even at Age of 87 and Three, in One Story
At 30, she learns to rewrite herself in a phonetic language,
Shao Wei
The Last of Fanfare
By fire, then, but within view of a rough sea?
Carl Phillips
Two Poems by Julia Nemirovskaya translated from Russian by Boris Dralyuk
The thought that we might
Julia Nemirovskaya
Proof of Poetry
I wanted first to end up as a drunk in the gutter
Tom Sleigh
Pensé Que Estabas Muerto
but your deaths existed the nights you didn’t come home.
Jules Jacob
Romanian Lessons & The Country of Leaving
Godmother country,
Monica Cure
The Stranger
A quick call
Timothy Liu
The Afterlife of Breath
My father dead on the gurney
Stewart Moss
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