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THE BRIDGE
The most beautiful Russian girl in the world lives in Germany
Nicolae Coande
Quiet Candy
After you kicked me out,
Alexis Rhone Fancher
MASEFIELD IN PURGATORY | YOUR BROTHER’S FACE
Falls and stays flemished,
Susan Howe Elizabeth
The Last Phonebooth
The last phone booth on the planet smells
Joanna Fuhrman
Ready to Be the Lover She Remembers Forever
The gods are everywhere
Hsia Yü
True Bug | I Will Be Good
I’ve been talking to a bug all winter.
Cleopatra Mathis
DELIBERATE AS THINKING IS THE RAIN
Stepping off the door lintel, down onto the grass as the day closed around us, grass, rising up inside its own squared
Elena Karina Byrne
The Sun Pours Forth & An American in Paris
We are in a garden among friends
Stephen Ackerman
Cardinal
The drill of its song the whoop whoop whoop
Betsy Sholl
The Walk-Through Heart & The Odyssey of Yes
my mother lived in a handmade cage
Jan Freeman
No use
On October 21, 1962, Sylvia Plath wrote one poem that became two.
Kathleen Ossip
The Sudden Walk
When evening comes to find you still
Devin Johnston
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