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The Freud Museum
It’s 1938. Here’s moss on red brick
Ruth Padel
The Fourth Walk
Among the ruined are the ruins. Rules even skies can wreck in shreds,
Cole Swensen
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 FLOWER AT THE END OF THE WORLD
It was a 1954 Ford pickup truck that stopped
T.R. Hummer
The First Communion and Forty-Two
I shall sit here, on this bench,
Kristian Koželj
The Excellent Trip
You thought you’d need a month. You thought you’d need
David Kirby
The Etymology of “Alaasa” [علاسة]
In 2006, the word
Nomi Stone
The Epileptic
Conversations with him are like waiting for thunder.
Jehanne Dubrow
The End
Whatever is coming is the end, but not really.
Rebecca Lehmann
The Encounter
Drizzle and formless
Alice Friman
The Elms | For the Collection
Workers were cut; had to be done for . . . corporations
Scott Withiam
The Easy Way to Stop Drinking
We are as flies in a pitcher plant,
Kim Addonizio
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