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There are dead children all over and under this earth
Leslie Harrison
ON HANDSHAKES
There are firm ones. Soft, almost boneless ones. Hardy/hearty ones. Two-handed ones, cocooning. Congratulatory
DeWitt Henry
Sleep
There is a room, and inside the room
Maurice Manning
GIVING HER 100%
There is a world where
Max Ritvo
AN OTHER ROSE: FOR HENRI MICHAUX | FROM “ROSES: DEDICATIONS” | SINGING “ WITHOUT PEOPLE” | UNTITLED
There is an other rose – soul of my kith and kin!
Gennady Aygi
Imperial Crimson
There is no way I can write ‘producing meanings’ as my job in the CV,
Yuliia Vereta
Loud Walk in Fall | Regret
There is something else
Lia Purpura
The NewMath and Nor Easter
There may still be time to find the cosine of x. Under an à la mode
Partridge Boswell
from Landscapes on a Train
There once was a church. There once was a steeple. These things fall into
Cole Swensen
Two Poems
There was intent. To bisect the fields
John Kinsella
Tolstoi Learned to Ride a Bike at an Age When Most of Us Cash in Chips by Annette Barnes & Stuart Friebert
There we were, watching the parade, while he climbed up
Annette Barnes
[from the volume 4 A.M. Domestic Cantos, Casa de editură Max Blecher, 2015]
There will be people and they will push the world further.
Radu Vancu
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