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Life Pig
The hams the hocks the oddly delicate
Alan Shapiro
ON SILVER SPOONS
The Golliwog spoon, we called it, the handle shaped like a head with heavy-lidded eyes and a thick-
Wendy Barker
Ready to Be the Lover She Remembers Forever
The gods are everywhere
Hsia Yü
To Manuel Bandeira | To Hilda Hilst | To Adélia Prado
The girls are still a d o r a b l e
Flávia Rocha
The gift of putting something down…
The gift of putting something down, he had yet to discover it--letting it slide from his grip.
Stephen Dobyns
Birds in the Night
The French government, or was it the English government,
Luis Cernuda
Trudy Cooks Fish and The General
The fish seemed fresh that night, as if they’d been caught off the coast near Zanzibar
Marc Vincenz
Ghosts
The first time I saw him he was standing
Geoffrey Nutter
Tchaikovsky’s Fifth, On Freud’s Birthday [May 5] & In Vienna
The first movement of Tchaikovsky’s
David Lehman
Indian River at Dusk
The first and only time I caught a sheephead
Tara Skurtu
Miss Lola Ridge (1873-1941)
The fire of the world is running through me.
Terese Svoboda
Errand
The fawn was
David Baker
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