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  • The Old Dog Lies in the Sun

    ANTHONY WATKINS- Tallahassee, FL, USA in the warm grassof this overgrown courtyard.He is the last, as am I,the old lady died and I amleft as the keeper. Not the owner.… read more

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  • The Race

    MICHAEL KLEIZA there are stumps whereher legs & arms should be& water quiescent in the blue poolbelow the starting blockthat she balances onpoised & pindrop stillwhen the starter barks,” On… read more

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  • Evergreen

    ELIZABETH WEILAND ABRAMS The Thinking Manput down his handdown from his chinto the groundto find the firstfallen snowflake I find myself walkingsideways from thewinter cold to comeSo down the rabbithole… read more

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  • Three Poems by

    STEVE DENEHAN – Kildare, IRE Graffiti It is not the lightsthe buildings, the peoplethat I look atbut the graffition the tunnel wallsthe subway trains really movethe tunnels that contain themmade… read more

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  • Luddite, a poem

    SÉAMUS DUGGAN – Portarlington, Laois, IRE Luddite The boy signed off all services dropped his phone into the river and headed into the mountains where forest reigns. Dressed in clothes… read more

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  • Four Poems by Marwan Makhoul translated by Raphael Cohen

    MARWAN MAKHOUL – Maalot Tarshiha, North District, Israel Marwan Makhoul An Arab at Ben Gurion Airport I’m an Arab! I shouted, at the doorway to departures, short-cutting the woman soldier’s… read more

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  • Three Poems by AMIRAH AL WASSIF

    AMIRAH AL WASSIF – Egypt After my dad’s funeral After my dad’s funeral, I wore his clothesI still remember how terrible my relatives and neighbors stared at me.First, they whispered… read more

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  • Poems by Rae Armantrout

    RAE ARMANTROUT – California, USA PREPAREDNESS Animals find us eerie.We can see what’s coming in broad strokes– washed out,frequently displaced. Still, it smites us. Like ghosts we pass back and… read more

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  • Ötzi

    DENNIS ANDREW S. AGUINALDO – Los Baños, Laguna, PH Our fingers trace in water what is mirroredfrom the writing on the wall.Suspended in ice, a man fallen orfalling in place… read more

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  • Fine Powder

    DENNIS ANDREW S. AGUINALDO – Los Baños, Laguna, PH We wasted baby powder on our young hair.Thus made old, we spoke as grandparents to each other— “Children, gather for a… read more

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  • When Jesus Walked Across the Mississippi

    ANTHONY WATKINS – Tallahassee, FL, USA It was early Juneand the black folkswere steady choppingwith heavy hoes and the heat rolleddown out of the heavenslike a plague from Egyptlandcalluses and… read more

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  • Sweet Jesus Wading

    ANTHONY WATKINS – Tallahassee, FL, USA Through the fallen magnolia leaves in some stranger’s backyard. they look like thousands of brown flat bottomed boats all shuffling to the shore of an imaginary lake. Leaves… read more

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  • The Rough [Sentence]

    ANTHONY WATKINS – Tallahassee, FL, USA Sketched [on the page]without planing,without the sharp shaving[of the English teacher] Rustic and beautifulmis-tensed knotsand wide grains of wordscurving and crackingunder the stress of… read more

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