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Abend in Skåne | Du, Nachbar Gott | Wie der Wächter
The park is high. As from a house
Rainer Maria Rilke
Notes on Desire
Archytas of Tarentum said the most fatal curse
Elizabeth Jacobson
the primate hospital
I have raptured the oars.
G.C. Waldrep
All the time I pray to Buddha…
Issa, I killed 8 gophers this fall, held
Elizabeth Jacobson
Honor Guard
Who does this body
D.A. Powell
FOLDED WING | Pig, a sequel | Ode to Solitude
The wrist and the leg are the test: flexible,
Margo Berdeshevsky
Mommie
After I’m dead, will the world will remember me
Peter Cooley
Afterimage
Do you remember those Cornell shadow boxes we saw at some
Frances Richey
Before and Rain
Sweatpants balled up where his legs would be,
Jennifer Grotz
THE INVENTION OF FIRE
In “Burning of three witches in Baden, Switzerland,” dated to 1585, three women lie on a large pyre watched by a circle of men.
Kathryn Nuernberger
What is Grand
Don’t mumble
James Bertolino
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
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