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THE HEAD TRANSPLANT
They walk in and out of the room,
Marianne Boruch
LITTLE PIECES OF STRING TOO SMALL TO BE USED | INCEST | HER LISTS | BIRD SONGS
Granny's label on a box in her attic.
Wendy Barker
Hagstrom
I examine my scarred torso
Neil Silberblatt
GET ON YOUR PONY AND RIDE | BIG WHEEL
You are under the impression that my poems
Geoffrey Young
Silent Night & Pleasure
If you dare to let yourself out
Frannie Lindsay
I’m Not Waiting and Out of the Past
I’m no longer waiting for the dunes of Tulum,
Ira Sadoff
Plastic Bag Caught in a Tree
Some dark animal’s
Kevin Prufer
Spam Risk
It was always a risk.
Carol Muske-Dukes
Revolver
His face was a festival. Inside it,
Carl Phillips
“Flüchtige monde” / “fugitive moons” translated from the German by Joscha Klueppel
mountains recall their flock of birds. the dear birds,
Yevgeniy Breyger
Until Recently I Had Believed In Something Like Lack | Until Only Last Week I Hadn’t Thought
Until recently I had believed in something like lack
Edward Mayes
Tenderly
I see how you climb!
Sandra McPherson
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