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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
In God’s Intestine and Goner
The husband, who has accepted Buddhist precepts,
Diane K. Martin
American Upanishad (IV)
The I is a pillar,
Amit Majmudar
In the Vestibule
The in-between is queasy
Rachel Hadas
REMEMBERING RAY – AUG. 2,1998 – FOR TESS
The invitation reads:
Jim Somers
Raccoon in a Trap
The kidskin of his clever paws
Mark Wunderlich
love sonnet to aliens | Putin statue project
the known universe is self-referential: it has no choice.
Andrei Codrescu
Half of Life
The land with yellow pears
Fredrich Holderlin
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