The New Song – W.S. Merwin

For some time I thought there was time
and that there would always be time
for what I had a mind to do

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A Box of Records – James Haug

Someone placed a box of records by the curb because it was hoped that someone would want to take them away. They’re records no one wants but maybe someone will want them.

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San Sebastian – Spencer Reece

Still singing in my cell
of succulents, staked by a man
who fled. Nothing personal.

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The Red Hijab – Bonnie Bolling

Persian Gulf

A hard rain falling on the corrugated roof
of the abandoned double-wide
across the steaming street,
its tangle of razor wire and oleander,

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