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What Almost Killed You
Hello, my name is a long drive home from the bar
Bill Stratton
Two poems by Tomasz Różycki translated from Polish by Mira Rosenthal
Hello? If you can hear me, give a sign, a call,
Tomasz Różycki
A Photo Of My Father That Doesn’t Actually Exist and Take The Body From The Ground
Her clothing says Old Europe
Joshua Mensch
A Woman in Damascus That Year | While She’s Asleep In Baghdad
Her soul’s in my hand and she knows I’m there
Ghassan Zaqtan
Visiting Gertrude Stein in Père-Lachaise
Her stone is not the largest.
Diane Louie
A Nocturnal Upon Saint Charles Yeager’s Day
Here comes that sonic boom
Kimberly Johnson
Between Poems | It Was | Było
Here in this moment before the perfect poem
Tadeusz Dziewanowski
Uncle
Here is the man who tells you
Peter Campion
A God | A Poet | “Facesti come quei che va di notte…” | The Mocking of Ceres
Here lies a god who was obtuse, just like us.
Yves Bonnefoy
Cache
Here lies a hectic site, la Cité
Angie Estes
Three poems from Kembang Kertas (Balinese for bougainvillea) in Filipino and Kinaray-a
Here, we are told
John Iremil Teodoro
With My Senses in Ruins | Scavenge and Transform
Here’s a recipe for seeing: sleep
Jonathan Weinert
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