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Poetry

One Thing

Rae Armantrout
Poetry

Checkpoint

Michael Dumanis
Poetry

The Beach

Michael Shewmaker
Poetry

Snow Theory

Ocean Vuong
Poetry

Blood and Soil

Jason Schneiderman
Poetry

Trilogy of Doubt

Sharon Dolin
Poetry

My List of True Facts

Erika Meitner
Poetry

Wunderlich

Mark Wunderlich
Poetry

Cathedral

Matthew Girolami
Poetry

The Spring Cricket’s Discourse on Critics

Rita Dove
Poetry

Forced March

Christopher Kondrich
Poetry

Hip Hop Cricket

Rita Dove
Poetry

Interstate Highway System

Adam O. Davis
Poetry

I Am Become a Man

Jack Underwood
Poetry

Annunciation in a Gas Station Bathroom

Traci Brimhall
Poetry

Bone Broth for Dirges

Matthew Gavin Frank
Poetry

Human Lag

Mark Irwin
Poetry

In the Morning All of Her Pain

Wayne Holloway-Smith
Poetry

Bad Airs

Caroline Crew
Poetry

Don’t Write Elegies

Edward Hirsch
Poetry

Ourselves

Nazifa Islam
Poetry

The Antiquities

Richie Hofmann
Poetry

Slate

Robert Fernandez
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A Poem by Omotara James

Omotara James
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A Poem by Adam Clay

Adam Clay
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A Poem by Matthias Göritz

Mary Jo Bang and Matthias Göritz
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A Poem by Wayne Holloway-Smith

Wayne Holloway-Smith
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Drill Down In the Fly Room

Joyelle McSweeney

A Poem by Wesley Rothman

Narcissus Another battle burns beyond the glen. I hear their grunting, shield-glare, & dying. Pray they don’t set the forest to crackle. Pray for just a little while ...

A True Story of Kindling

They burned my book and it was the best news. Here was sacrifice made up of me and I didn’t have to roll in ash or even mildly smolder. I cannot begin to say how happy it ...

A Question Looking at Men Looking at Women

after Siri Hustvedt It’s wrong, I know. Not the watching, but the wanting to be the one watched: the woman, if not the man who wants her, who I want. I want him to ...

A Poem by Brandon Shimoda

The Grave The sky might strike you off balance ... ... ... And the reedy milk of yellow hair streaked across it fills the ear sends (up) the vulnerable ...

A Poem by Catherine Pierce

In Early Motherhood I Lay Down Like a Cat Each Night, half repose, half almost- spring, ready to leap up, leap after. I was electricity. I was conducted by cries. I ...

Winter Storm

The hail came down like marbles and covered the walkway up to our apartment building. It was a lot, and loud. And we were all out there, under cover of the eave, watching ...

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