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To Manuel Bandeira | To Hilda Hilst | To Adélia Prado
The girls are still a d o r a b l e
Flávia Rocha
Ready to Be the Lover She Remembers Forever
The gods are everywhere
Hsia Yü
ON SILVER SPOONS
The Golliwog spoon, we called it, the handle shaped like a head with heavy-lidded eyes and a thick-
Wendy Barker
Life Pig
The hams the hocks the oddly delicate
Alan Shapiro
Pacemaker
The heart in vital meter recites.
Sophia Galifianakis
Arête | Eurydice
The Hemingway who wrote three stories in a crummy hotel
Brian Culhane
Petrarch’s Poem 269, from Rerum vulgarium fragmenta, translated from Italian by Lee Harlin Bahan
The high column and the green laurel
Francesco Petrarca
Elegy for a Landscaper
The holes we find scraped out at the edge
Brendan Galvin
Stone Arabia
The horses bisect the field
Mark Wunderlich
What If a House Could Draw its Own Blueprints? and The Decision
The house grows wild, floats
Susan Rich
Human Condition
The human condition isn’t some grinning
J.T. Barbarese
Against Surrealism | Anima
The human heart weighs ten ounces, but I don’t know if it can float. I don’t suppose it makes sense to say I feel like
Christopher Kennedy
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