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THE RAIN SO COLD
The air of the day abhors us
W.S. Di Piero
Before | Ode to Late Autumn, Auvillar
The American poet died of head trauma
Marilyn Kallet
Three Poems translated from Chinese by Steven Bradbury
The ancient Greeks believed that if you took everything
Hsia Yü
Olympia
The ancient Greeks knew how to pick out a sacred spot,
Barbara Hamby
The Death of Erik Satie
The arches aspire to points
Ron Slate
Bodies on the Margins
The artist understands blood; or rather
Kwame Dawes
Purge
The Aryan Jesus, in Hitler’s painting
Bruce Bond
Night World | The Gentle Soul
The barbed-wire vines
William Logan
The Barricade
The barricade measures two meters high and twelve meters wide
Dag T. Straumsvåg
THE BEAR IN THE WHEELCHAIR
The bedside window is cracked a little, for fresh air presumably, and a lopsided venetian blind bangs softly in a
Michael Van Walleghen
july
The best thing about this month is not
Max Temmerman
Homecoming
The birch trees want to be left alone.
Frannie Lindsay
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