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  • 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

  • [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.

  • Poem by Zuzanna Ginczanka (1917-1945) translated from Polish by Alex Braslavsky

    There’s now a so-so year for you: 1933—

  • Good Stuff | A Love Letter from Larkin

    There’s some good stuff on Youtube, someone writes.

  • Blown Away

    There’s something stuck in my throat, it might be the red-eyed

  • Cataclysmic Paternity

    There’s the you at birth and the you that’s taught and the you you concocted.

  • Amusements

    These are the long days that fill with night

  • Pandemic Fugue

    These are the skies of my childhood

  • When My Son Is Dead 14 Years

    These are the years I bargain with God.

  • The Palm Reader & Fire Horse

    These blithe lines

  • Three Poems

    These dead again and again

  • (Blessed Are) They Who Preserve

    These glass jars are houses for little Human Acts.