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Marie-Elizabeth Mali

Blast

By Marie-Elizabeth Mali Pulling out of Union Square station, the subway
sounds the first three notes of There's a place for us,
somewhere a place for us. A woman sits on me, shoves
Sami Miranda

we is

By Sami Miranda we is not the singular
dotted i, black figure against
a white background.
Kim Roberts

IUDs

By Kim Roberts Wheels, whisks, wishbones,
silhouette of a tiny pine.
Birds in flight and fiddlehead ferns.
Yvette Neisser Moreno

So This Is How They Decided to Take Him

By Yvette Neisser Moreno So this is how they decided to take him—
at the end of his life,
his frame shrunken, his wild rambling days over
Joseph O. Legaspi

The Red Sweater

By Joseph O. Legaspi slides down into my body, soft
lambs wool, what everybody
in school is wearing, and for me
Judith Roche

Throw Aways

By Judith Roche They are only boys, though murderers and rapists.
Bad skin is an issue. Candy bars a treat.
Some are fathers. Few have fathers.
Frank X Walker

Mothers Day

By Frank X Walker When the universe reached out for your daughter's
daughter and she reached out for you, your hands
were too full of furniture to hold her
Grace Cavalieri

Verities

By Grace Cavalieri Maybe she had dementia,
the old lady in the woolen hat,
I don't know, but she
Kazim Ali

Road at Ache

By Kazim Ali I was whispered along the road at Ache
toward the sun-puddled gate
Jose Padua

A Portrait of America in Trash

By Jose Padua I give to you a portrait of America in trash.
I give it to you with love and respect, America:
mountains of beer cans crumpled, plastic figures
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