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Kevin McLellan

A constellation of mint

By Kevin McLellan The blur of
bodies
scattering
Elizabeth Hoover

Làt-Kat

By Elizabeth Hoover Ñuul, the teacher says and smacks his knee to show
where the stress falls. Ñuul, the children repeat each
starting at a different time so they sing a sour chord.
Leona Sevick

White

By Leona Sevick Instead, I spotted our mother in a tiny
chair in the back row, her blue-black head
shining unnaturally. She was dressed in
Lisa Suhair Majaj

A Few Reasons to Oppose the War

By Lisa Suhair Majaj because wind soughs in the branches of trees
like blood sighing through veins
because in each country there are songs
Keith Jarrett

A Gay Poem

By Keith Jarrett This poem is in video format.
Sonja de Vries

A Response to “What’s Your Sexual Orientation?”

By Sonja de Vries Some days it’s in the grip of a hawk flying
up from the field, snake dangling from its mouth
writhing, writhing.
Marie-Elizabeth Mali

Oceanside, CA

By Marie-Elizabeth Mali Balancing on crutches in the shallows
near her mother, a girl missing her right lower leg
swings her body and falls, laughing.
Simki Ghebremichael

Prague TV

By Simki Ghebremichael Instead of Most Wanted
by the FBI, each week
they profile the life
of a dissident, a former

Latin Freestyle

By David-Matthew Barnes I remember the rhythm at night:

Your hips wanting mine,
to grind our street-smart
Persis M. Karim

Ways to Count the Dead

By Persis M. Karim Take their limbs strewn about the streets—
multiply by a thousand and one.

Ask everyone in Baghdad who has lost
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