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  • Overblown Roses
    “to show me how the world began / and ended in perfection.” | by Mimi Khalvati
  • Saints
    “They shrug their bodies off and waft with clouds of celestial perfume.” | by Amy Gerstler
  • from “Poems para Papa”
    “He was sparse in his words / And generous in his loves” | by Marjorie Agosin
  • My Gold-Toothed One
    “Come, my darling, come with me:” | by Orphan Veli
  • Vernal House
    “All the little cries of light / glisten like icons in the darkest valleys” | by Maurya Simon
  • Crickets Chirring
    “to make the journey darker,/some watch cigarette smoke worm/its way toward the sublime.” | by Lance Larsen
    “to savor the small treat hidden…//by the distance imposed on us” | by Suzanne Cleary
  • Crow
    “for how you outlived the awful wait/that fear can make of longing…//….we find bright ways to survive.” | by Geffrey Davis
  • Citizenship
    A ghost is not one who cannot let go but one who we cannot let go of…//Now I am neither one thing nor another” | by Kazim Ali
  • Cathedral
    “Who was I when I came here before./What were all the reasons I found all this…” | by Kazim Ali
  • Icarus Turns Fifty
    “For us there’s no epic end, no begging the king of the underworld/to return the lost son, no father casting himself grief-stricken into the sea.” | by Kazim Ali
  • To My Son Who Gave Me Light Blue Beads
    “But it seems to me, I can still please/A nineteen-year-old boy, like you,/Like this, the way I wear these beads” | by Celia Dropkin
  • For My Daughter
    “For you, Miao Miao, my daughter,/a sign of the cross.” | by Liao Yiwu
  • Uncle Jim
    “His feet leapt inches from God-given ground./His smile was toothy, laugh snapped toothy joy./His head—his heart—his head was tightly wound:” | by Ben Riggs
  • My Mother’s Memory
    “We live on separate planets now,/And she mulls and mulls,/Wanting to join me in my world,/Where sometimes I’m a son, sometimes not,” | by C.G. Hanzlicek
  • Mama’s Work
    “Her work/in the quiet corners of barns on the hay, on hot days/when locusts launch themselves out of thickets.” | by Santee Frazier
  • Hello Brother
    “Sometimes in these Bengali summers/When dust sticks to our skins/And the crows shit on our heads/We bond like hydrocarbons,” | by Zubair Ahmed
  • It Was the Coffee in the Mornings
    “the smell somehow staying with me//well beyond his walking into the living room naked” | by Allen Shadow
  • Litany for My Mother’s Body
    “We sew my mother’s body into the blanket. I make stitches. My sister makes stitches. My brother’s wife, my half sister. Other women.” | by Goldberry Long
  • James Baldwin is Dead
    “What death desires most/is the body that it had to endure/James Baldwin’s body/is qualified” | by Zang Di
  • Discussing Death with Death Row Inmates
    “And we, born from the vagina/understand what pain is./What is pain?/Even the bad guys have mothers.” | by Liao Yiwu
  • To Gaze is a Ghost
    “in a nest in the middle branch/of the pine sleeps. We find peace.” | by Steve Scafidi
  • Oregon Elegy
    “for language swaying with the branches,/soon picked to silence by crows—” | by Christian Campbell
  • God’s Insomniacs
    “One of the saints dipped her forehead/Into a candle, another tasted the flame.” | by Edward Hirsch
  • Without Her
    “her fine long tail waving a thin farewell/as both flew away from my life.” | by Katharyn Howd Machan
  • Back When Water Was an Element
    “since we couldn’t just walk across a lake,/the bed of it cracked now, bed of it dust,//dance partner of the wind” | by Rob Carney
  • Early Morning Rain
    “The dragonfly tilted its wings, curved its tail, / Your fingers as thin as a pier’s posts.” | by Nguyễn Quyén
  • My Story
    “if flowers fruit / there will be seeds of pure tears.” | by Ý Nhi
  • Mama Ana Paula Also Writes Poetry
    “I looked at her / back, strong like hairy bear that kills / a bull even when she’s drunk, and I understood:” | by Hu Xudong
  • Les Negres de Paris
    “…Every back, / it seems, is a blood neighbor” | Kwame Dawes
  • The Lesser Gods
    “But what about all the modest / neglected deities–the overlooked” | by Ellen Bass
  • Girl on a Liner
    “I’m standing/on the edge of nothing, with a handkerchief,” | by Emily Berry
  • A Hint
    “high into the air— / a song to slice the sky open, so he sang” | by Michael Trocchia
  • On the Streets of Hanoi
    “and the outsized appetites/I am shedding bit by bit” | by Katherine Towler
  • Petri Dish
    “The dish confines, / efficiently clasps without limbs.” | by Laura Hogan
  • Light
    “I have apprenticed myself to light,/to the way it moves through the world” | by Emily Portillo
  • The Duck Pond
    “The pond rises and sways, wind-rippled/a gelatinous mirror ball waiting to fall” | by Daniel Zeiders
  • Sunporch
    “Our house was a seabed of alien vines/reaching to touch the windowsills.” | by Emily Leithauser
  • The Daughter
    “Yet, to love her this way is to love the blue of distances” | by Jody Rambo
  • Listening to Michael Jackson in a Closet
    “my son/can recognize Michael’s voice/anywhere” | by Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach