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TWO POEMS by Patrick Rosal
UPTOWN ODE THAT ENDS ON AN ODE TO THE MACHETE What happens when me and Willie run into each other on a Wednesday night in Brooklyn? He asks, “Where we going?”
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TWO POEMS by Jennifer Givhan
NOCTURNE Then I remembered: Mama wasn’t gone but safe, in her bed, turning in sleep. It was I who went away—from Chopin in the bones, palms heavy with dates like dark purple fingers reaching toward sand, toward fruit sickly sweet…
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WATER AND ISLAND by Jennifer Sperry Steinorth
pressed between blue pages a few hours on our old boat which is not ours my leg over the bow you in the stern with the kids in the stern I’m reading poems you’re not the sky a depression of noon wilting on our way back from the island we did not reach…
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