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Weekly poems, selected by the editors. Featuring new work as well as poems from our rich archives.
WAYNE MILLER The New American Century
In the morning / the mind looks out onto a street / blurry with self.
SHAZIA HAFIZ RAMJI You and the Muezzin
so you hummed / and they hummed back
MITCHELL JACOBS Soft-Bodied Animals Leave Few Traces
I had imagined grief to be the trilobite
NOMI STONE The Soldier Takes the Anthropologist to the Shooting Range
The wick is lit / like a gun.
DAO STROM Traveler’s Ode
like / the ones / who / walked / before
MEGAN SNYDER-CAMP The Neighbor
If I cannot tell you everything does that make what’s left myth?
BRUCE BOND AX
Some of us are graves of our own occasion and carry that / to the end
MARK IRWIN How to gather it all up?
It reminds how first life is not enough, then too much.
DEVON WALKER-FIGUEROA King’s Valley
John Wayne is watching / from his lacquered saw blade on the wall