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A Heresy Sublime
An artist whom I’ve met is Dürer,
Stephen Todd Booker
A Habitation of Jackals, a Court for Ostriches
Very dark now I put a seed in my mouth but its texture and taste
Timothy Donnelly
A God | A Poet | “Facesti come quei che va di notte…” | The Mocking of Ceres
Here lies a god who was obtuse, just like us.
Yves Bonnefoy
A Girl Who Doesn’t Believe in Myths & I Have No One With Whom I Can Spit Toothpaste At Turns Into The Sink
we went to the prophetess
Radmila Petrović
A Gaze Hound That Hunteth by the Eye
It’s not criminal: it isn’t sodomy
V. Penelope Pelizzon
A FLOW STONE IN CO. CLARE
You want to fathom me,
Daniel Tobin
A Flash of Lithe White Arms
A flash of lithe white arms
Garret Keizer
A Five-Years-Late Note to Jake Adam York
In Chicago, where the light plows over the lake into convention
John A. Nieves
A Few Years After a Death
Toward sunfall, when I begin to count
Peter Cooley
A Few Estrogen Stories to Help Balance the Scales | Beasts of Burden
Imagine half a million Vietnamese up to their heinies slogging rice paddies for a year, and you have the salary of the
Lance Larsen
A Face, A Cup
The thousand hairline cracks in an aged face
Molly Peacock
A Fable: The Floss-Silk Tree and the Philodendron
In Brazil they call the floss-silk palo borracho
Peter Meinke
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