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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
A Different Origin
When the snake in Eden approached Eve
Ani Gjika
A Demitasse of Extinction
So funny how that uncanny, unfunny man sought you out on a rainy day in Istanbul—you were in earshot of the bazaar and smoking a hookah, and, of course, it was Ramadan.
Marc Vincenz
A Date With an Undertaker
He liked to bathe, dress,
Elaine Equi
A Convalescent Bed in a Field of Yellow Tulips
Your wires trail into a gopher hole.
Adam Tavel
A Controlled Substance
My brother is late again, somehow the glass
Brendan Constantine
A Catalogue
You wrote me a letter in a very fast hand
Max Winter
A Canticle Rehearsal in The Temple and The Waters Do Not Return, Even to Meribà
Oh, I am tired of my land,
Salvador Espriu
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