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Two Poems translated by Connie Voisine
Words here carry the scent of snow,
Patron Henekou
Two O’Clock and Stray
As though all at once it is afternoon
Frannie Lindsay
In Which the Sea Rakes at My Window and Seemingly Unlike Me
and I wake rattled, as if to resist a long fall
Ellen Doré Watson
A VARIATION | MY MOTHER BEFORE SHE DIED | HART CRANE
Why ask to know, twin and neighbor,
William Louis-Dreyfus
From Pendant que Perceval tombait, by Tania Langlais, translated from French by Jessica Cuello
you don’t know how to write with lightness
Tania Langlais
Remote Stars
Look up. There’s Bill,
Scott Withiam
Home-Boys: Baby & Me (a Sapphic)
Ex-gang members. Driveby days over. Zero
Carol Muske-Dukes
FIREFLIES
Evenings when the children
Jennifer O’Grady
Others & Kents
They stopped the car on the crest of Coleman Valley Road to show his sister and her husband the Pacific view.
Diane K. Martin
Shore
Not stone, among stones,
Rosanna Warren
Charlotte
That was a malaise. We call that malaise.
Mark Dow
[from the volume 4 A.M. Domestic Cantos, Casa de editură Max Blecher, 2015]
There will be people and they will push the world further.
Radu Vancu
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