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The Drowned and the Saved
If all of us were to try to kill ourselves at least once, then all of us would know nothing more than that: which is why
Tom Sleigh
The Easy Way to Stop Drinking
We are as flies in a pitcher plant,
Kim Addonizio
The Elms | For the Collection
Workers were cut; had to be done for . . . corporations
Scott Withiam
The Encounter
Drizzle and formless
Alice Friman
The End
Whatever is coming is the end, but not really.
Rebecca Lehmann
The Epileptic
Conversations with him are like waiting for thunder.
Jehanne Dubrow
The Etymology of “Alaasa” [علاسة]
In 2006, the word
Nomi Stone
The Excellent Trip
You thought you’d need a month. You thought you’d need
David Kirby
The First Communion and Forty-Two
I shall sit here, on this bench,
Kristian Koželj
THE FLOWER AT THE END OF THE WORLD
It was a 1954 Ford pickup truck that stopped
T.R. Hummer
The Fortieth Day | Pussy Riot/Want/Don’t/Want
Now she called forth nights of a different kind of brilliance when the moon wrapped every thing with light—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
The Fourth Walk
Among the ruined are the ruins. Rules even skies can wreck in shreds,
Cole Swensen
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