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      By Karina Borowicz
      The whiskey stink of rot has settled
      in the garden, and a burst of fruit flies rises
      when I touch the dying tomato plants.

      Still, the claws of tiny yellow blossoms
      flail in the air as I pull...

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      By Rick Noguchi
      After Kenji Takezo fell from a wave,
      The turbulence of whitewash confused
      His sense of direction.
      He breathed in
      When he should have
      Held tight. By accident, he swallowed
      The Pacific. The water poured down his throat,
      A blue cascade he could not see.
      He felt in his...

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine The Song

      By Lola Ridge

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      By Juliet Kono
      When I was three,
      a tsunami hit town.
      “Daddy, Daddy, save me,
      don’t let me drown.”
      He saved me
      and my common-type dolls.
      When I was sixteen,
      another tsunami hit town.
      I cried to my daddy,
      “Daddy, Daddy, please save me,
      don’t let me drown!”
      But he let go of my...

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      By Robert Wrigley
      About the only thing I thought I knew
      was that nothing I’d ever know would do
      any good. Sunrise, say, or that the part
      of the horse’s hoof that most resembles
      a human palm is called the frog;
      certain chords on the guitar of no...

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From holiday poems to quiet spiritual reflections, these poems and articles celebrate the interweaving of Jewish faith, cultural traditions, and literary history.

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine Sankt Georg

      By Michael Hofmann
      Sankt Georg, what was it, questionable, doubtful, shady, twilit,
      a something area, something  Jan said, and he was born in Hamburg,
      and went to school here, so he would know.

      A little isthmus between the Alster with its freshwater sailors
      and the railway station,...

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine Nocturne

      By Javier Zamora
                  Yes, your face like asphalt dust on my tongue
      whenever it rains. I’ll say it’s the last time I call,
                  tomorrow. In your arms it won’t be the same,
      each step farther from...

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine Gloves

      By Kaveh Akbar
      How long can you speak.
      Without inhaling. How long.
      Can you inhale without.
      Bursting apart. History is wagging.
      Its ass at us. Twirling in its silver.
      Cape. I want to kiss.
      Your scalp. I want you to kiss.
      My friends. Can you see the wet.
      Azalea quivering.
      On its...