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Notnames at the Detroit Institute of the Arts and Hell Fuckin’ Yeah: Smackdown vs. Raw
At the Detroit Institute of the Arts the Caravaggio’s no
Jill McDonough
Sharp Noises at Night
When I travel to the Midwest, trains
Marge Piercy
Halloween
It is as quiet as the death of the dead no one knows
Hugo Claus
Ocean Park
Call this landscape abstract if the world’s splendour
Ranjit Hoskote
An Intimate Moment of Protestant Despair Witnessed on the Four O’ Clock Train
He put down his Wall Street Journal,
Tony Hoagland
The Bird that Begins it
In the world-famous night which is already flinging away bits of dark but not
Jorie Graham
My Girl
I was shopping for a castle.
Arthur Vogelsang
REMEMBERING RAY – AUG. 2,1998 – FOR TESS
The invitation reads:
Jim Somers
SunRiders
Lucy!
Juan Felipe Herrera
Oxygen & Waking to 1939, I Study Those Standing
I’m sorry my mother got a blood clot in her lung
Patricia Clark
Two poems by Muyaka bin Haji, (1776—1840)
When she lays eggs, they’re not nurtured even if brooding them succeeds.
Muyaka bin Haji
Rune
Not timber or bronze or iridium, not the old habits of species at a waterhole or the short
Maxine Chernoff
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