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The Muse Writes Luis Jorge Borges A Letter On His 86th Birthday
The night has entered your eyes
Chard deNiord
Unified Theory
The night is blue and staggered with stars.
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
By the Numbers
The number of times intuition told me I had dodge
Nicole Caruso Garcia
Deceiving the Gods
The old Jews rarely admitted good fortune.
Ellen Bass
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The old wheelbarrow aimed like a cannon
Dorianne Laux
Leprechaun
The old woman next door would appear in
Tara Skurtu
The Age of the Onion
The onion is a Book of Revelations, diced to proverb-size.
David Keplinger
Reality Check
The orgasm likes the dusk best, the time of day
Nin Andrews
Paean for the Players
The pale actor’s mouth
April Bernard
Fifteen Essays on Boats, Boats, Language, and the SS
The Palermo Airport is not large.
Ann Pedone
The Studio
The palette down left in the foreground,
Arthur Brown
Abend in Skåne | Du, Nachbar Gott | Wie der Wächter
The park is high. As from a house
Rainer Maria Rilke
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