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  • Repair

    In this, our chapter on enamelware

  • Two Poems

    I could never say anything about my father

  • SHINE, NOT BURN

    Just at that point

  • Gott im Himmel and The Corner of Bellington Street and Sparta

    Gott was thicket, thorned, glottal,

  • Three prose poems by Marie Lundquist translated from Swedish by Malena Mörling

    Three prose poems by Marie Lundquist translated from Swedish by Malena Mörling   The nights when you practice tenderness, the air like a skin around the words. On top of the crest: the dripping udder, red currant breast, rowanberry blood, and the blush of the apples. The sun is leaping in Leo and Virgo. Such is the month of harvest,

  • Post Mortem

    You might not see the bodies in the famous photo

  • Guardian Angels Witness More Lives Than Yours

    You are eight years old.

  • A Brief Portfolio

    He’s nowhere now.

  • The Last Phonebooth

    The last phone booth on the planet smells

  • David

    we wait in an arc with flashlights

  • A Brief Portfolio

    Our first time at the Sistine Chapel, prior to the restoration, the colors were dulled,

  • Delilah Miklave

    You think that you know baptism