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In God’s Intestine and Goner
The husband, who has accepted Buddhist precepts,
Diane K. Martin
Against Surrealism | Anima
The human heart weighs ten ounces, but I don’t know if it can float. I don’t suppose it makes sense to say I feel like
Christopher Kennedy
Human Condition
The human condition isn’t some grinning
J.T. Barbarese
What If a House Could Draw its Own Blueprints? and The Decision
The house grows wild, floats
Susan Rich
Stone Arabia
The horses bisect the field
Mark Wunderlich
Elegy for a Landscaper
The holes we find scraped out at the edge
Brendan Galvin
Petrarch’s Poem 269, from Rerum vulgarium fragmenta, translated from Italian by Lee Harlin Bahan
The high column and the green laurel
Francesco Petrarca
Arête | Eurydice
The Hemingway who wrote three stories in a crummy hotel
Brian Culhane
Pacemaker
The heart in vital meter recites.
Sophia Galifianakis
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
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