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Doppler Effect
Stopped in cars, we are waiting to accelerate
Arthur Sze
Lag sol time
Please are the big good door, no one is so did it anymore will be to period. No: only if he’d sown wheat in a set fiche
Pierre Joris
FOR MATS AND LAILA
The Date Line lies motionless between Samoa and Tonga, but the Midnight Line glides across the ocean and islands and rooftops of huts.
Tomas Tranströmer
Poet’s Walk, Central Park Mall
Shakespeare, Robert Burns, and Fitz-Greene Halleck
Grace Schulman
Just So You Know
I figured it out after you ate
Abriana Jette
SHE-POETS CENTO
Femininity is a sickness. I open my eyes.
Kate Daniels
Love Talk | On the Way to the Casinos
What the boy heard his older sister say—
Scott Withiam
Moveable
Swords drawn, Hem and his bronze friend
Ron Smith
Seventh Circle
And after the fight the moment of awakening
Tom Sleigh
The Arithmetic Teacher Living in Six Meticulous Fields of Sweet
I thought I heard outdoors
Norman Dubie
Laboring to explain
in Ants and Men: Island Apocalypse,
Rebecca Seiferle
The Lesson
It seems to me you don’t dare express yourself
Stuart Dybek
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