Category: Poetry
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from The Book of Leaving
By Noeme Grace C. Tabor-Farjani Memories are jumping out of the baggage. I have not even arrived yet nor have I left.
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Three Poems by Xiao Yue Shan
people swam up windows, waiting for rain, and / occasionally knocked on one another’s doors / holding boxes of citrus fruits—sirens inside / sage-green paper.