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poetry-magazineHereafter

By Kevin Young
Once, in winter, I was blessed
      by lightning, the plane
sudden struck—the boom

of it, the cabin lit up
      & then the air
made metal

in my mouth. It’s true,
      you can look it up—
we had circled like hell,

_____

trying to land
      a good while—
once even descended

through clouds of snow,
      earthbound, only
to rise again

the last moment
      …
Poem

poetry-magazinebroken lyre

By Asha Futterman
my hands are still my hands
like my grandfather’s hands
are his hands and they
are on the window
attached…
Poem

poetry-magazineGrave-Digging

By Rodney Jones
It was July. I must have been sixteen or seventeen,
And proud to be chosen for a grown man’s work,
Hollowing…
Poem

poetry-magazineThe Call

By Ellen June Wright
The caregiver calls to tell me about mother,
but I know she hasn’t slept. The security videos
of her restless…
Poem

poetry-magazineTime Is Blossoming

By Mo Fei
Translated By Wang Ping
As if sweet olives blossomed again after the first Bailu frost, shadows
Talk, tiger tail grass talks, only gourds stay silent when pulled from trees

Talking gourds pull and mock us. Time blossoms with its fruit
Before the flowers. This surprising joy happens only once

Wind blows on the roof. Clean words and sentences
Wipe out the last…

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