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The Museum of Mortal Sins | Soul
We stood up to our waists in the icy water
Anzhelina Polonskaya
Fresco
We stayed in a monastery cut up into condos, ours with a terrace of dried-up papery roses overlooking Fiesole.
Idris Anderson
“Summer with Monika” translated from Polish by Scotia Gilroy
we spent the days lying on the hot asphalt, fleeing
Urszula Honek
Berlin
We see the public statues
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Thetis
We see her through her element, not
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
Valediction in Guatemala
We say goodbye in front
Susan Fuchtman
“Recipe for Indifference” translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry
We saw them, hungry, and spoke
Aleš Šteger
True West
We return by foot from pre-plantation oaks,
Daniel Tobin
CREATION MYTH
We never expected this. Shapes
Danielle Blau
Two Poems translated from Swedish by Robert Hedin
We met Ogden Armour’s yacht
Harry Martinson
NIGHT COMMUNION
We met at the revolving hotel door. You’d shaved
Tara Skurtu
A Drone Over Amish Country
We live in the past because there is nothing else to live in.
Brian Brodeur
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