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MASEFIELD IN PURGATORY | YOUR BROTHER’S FACE
Falls and stays flemished,
Susan Howe Elizabeth
A Heresy Sublime
An artist whom I’ve met is Dürer,
Stephen Todd Booker
Copper Beech
Because it had been, quite literally,
Elaine Sexton
Elegy for a Young Garden
Shattered bricks, flayed sockets
Claire Malroux
I Watch My Neighbor Watch Porn Movies through The Kitchen Window & Moonflaw
while I wash the dishes, the back of his head propped
Dorianne Laux
Poems from My Deathbed (and Just Beyond)
More than ever cherishing
Linda Bamber
(…) | In Your Land
Let your heart beat like a gnat in an autumn lamp,
Anzhelina Polonskaya
Grand Marais Estuary, in Fog (after the painting by Stanley Krohmer)
Color of ice, or heaps of snow, gray-blue, slate.
Patricia Clark
American Upanishad (IV)
The I is a pillar,
Amit Majmudar
Before They Came For Us | Civilian Exiting the Facilities | Table for Six
They met in the woods below our homes, brought their sawed-off shotguns and
Idra Novey
Calendars Do Not Hold Fortunes
One day you're old and thankful. One day
Kelli Russell Agodon
What You Can’t Fix
She was always fixing me, stuffing filler in my holes
Jeff Friedman
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