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poemBy Jenny Browne
is such a public display of affection, a flex even, one the lone magpie staring back from the backside of a badly shorn sheep finds suspect. I flap my arms
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poemBy Richard Siken
I crawled to the front door and swung it open so the ambulance could find me. It seemed like a strange thing to do
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poemBy Gabriel Ramirez
I couldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for you being dead. It was time
By nature, we poets tend many unquenchable flames.
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poemBy Jin Eun-YoungI’m working on my poems and working withmy fingers not my head. Because my fingersare the farthest stretching things from me.Look at the tree. Like its longest branchI touch the evening’s quiet breathing. Soundsof rain. The crackling heat from other trees.
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