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THE HARVARD CLASSICS
My grandfather bought a set for his living room,
William Trowbridge
THE HEAD TRANSPLANT
They walk in and out of the room,
Marianne Boruch
The Headless Horseman | A Tune for Theremin Vox
The messenger was so dead they sent him
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
The Host of Turns
We were gathered in this kind of circus-tent,
Antonio Machado
The House
With stained red awnings
Mihaela Moscaliuc
The House of Wittgenstein
He never saw the malls of Petaluma, nor met the amazing cricketeer Montezuma. He never heard a laugh track. We’d
Ira Sadoff
The Immortality Ode
Bill Evans is quiet, fingers still above the keys, But ready to begin again and
Brian Culhane
The Injured Future
Far left cluster the listeners, their heads lifted toward the speaker.
Terese Svoboda
The Insurgency of Tears is to Eradicate Sadness and Hold Joy as Close as the Moon
Mike’s at The Whitney.
Matthew Lippman
THE INSURGENCY OF TEARS IS TO ERADICATE SADNESS AND HOLD JOY AS CLOSE AS THE MOON
Mike’s at The Whitney.
Matthew Lippman
The Interview
Where is your wheel? Your bike-body? Sturdy-car-self?
Mary Buchinger
The Invention of Everyday Life
A few days later Pierre arrived.
Lawrence Raab
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