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• Good-bye to Golden Nights by Adam Clay

   

  If measuring

  one’s life as circular

  makes sense of movement,

  how should we muscle

  meaning into days?

  As if we end up

  where we’ve dreamt, . . .

• Transition: The Renaming of Hope by Molly Cooney

  I will miss Anne, with the well-placed e and easy shape. Steep climb, perfect point, and the slide into the runout of three short, round letters. . . .

• The Consort by Julia Elliott

  The Santa Lucia station swarmed with security guards, choking off all water traffic. And Carlo sat sulking in his gondola, an American couple in his charge, their faces burning a bright shrimp pink as they strained to get a look at the pop star. . . .

• The White Poet Wants to Know Why I Don’t Write More Arab Poems by Leila Chatti

   

  Because, while a war blooms at the margins

  of the other country that claims me, still

   

  I am here with my ordinary grief and its language. . . .