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From A Line By Kawabata
A solitary shadow in stillness
Ron Slate
To a Soldier in Ukraine
A soldier must know three things—
Garrett Hongo
December, First Frost
A small green house sits beside the highway, fading into maple shade.
David Bottoms
December, First Frost
A small green house sits beside the highway, darkening in maple shade.
David Bottoms
The Jeweled Eye
A ruby eye on the clasp of the gold
Gregory Donovan
grief being a swatch of blue & grief being that song from childhood & grief being a pitched tent
a rectangle in an unborn son’s room
Nicole Callihan
The Stranger
A quick call
Timothy Liu
Qinghai and Tengchong
a prayer flag rolls around a heap of round stones
Song Lin
Dear Lucinda Williams and Dear Jules
A power in proximity to terror, the lower middle-class sublime of a car’s back seat,
Bruce Smith
Labyrinth (Lear)
A poorly timed abdication. A madness
Kathleen Graber
Nail tr. by Anita Gopalan
A piece of heart that doesn’t pain on breaking
Geet Chaturvedi
Whose Sky, Between | Rape of America. So, it appears
A name that meant sound of an owl’s hard fall, another day of blood gunned to al
Margo Berdeshevsky
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