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Small Poems for Big

By Chinaka Hodge
when you die, i’m told
they only use given names
christopher wallace

no notorious
neither b.i.g. nor smalls
just voletta’s son

brooklyn resident
hustler for loose change, loosies
and a lil loose kim

let me tell you this
the west coast didn’t get you
illest flow or nah

had our loyalties
no...
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My Sentence

By Dana Levin
—spring wind with its
             train of spoons,
kidney-bean shaped
             pools, Floridian
humus, cicadas with their
             electric appliance hum, cricket
pulse of dusk under
             the pixilate gold of the trees, fall’s
finish, snow’s white
             afterlife, death’s breath
finishing the monologue Phenomena, The Most...
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poetry-magazineEnding Song

By Paisley Rekdal
You’d never call the branches
arms, though in certain
lights don’t pine and man
look like hands

conjoined where bark
meets flesh, where man
holds pine to saw
away the rotted limbs

he knows must fall?
And if you’d never call
it luck when you watch him
slip and break his back,

won’t you learn to call it
blessing later, to supple
the muscles of …

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