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The Fortieth Day | Pussy Riot/Want/Don’t/Want
Now she called forth nights of a different kind of brilliance when the moon wrapped every thing with light—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
But the Avant-Garde
did find ways to wear TV as clothing--the monitors,
Christina Pugh
A Story of Mother Mary I Could Believe
The woman who was Mary knew things.
Nin Andrews
GETTING READY THE HOUSE
My friend goes to visit his grave
Affonso Romano Sant’Anna
The Living and the Dead | Arrest Warrant
I already came here several times this year, aside from the pilgrimage
Ales Debeljak
Fidelity
Heaven-selvage, twilight eyelet opened
Kimberly Johnson
SEND A SEARCH PARTY | FIRST SNOWFALL | A FINAL WALK WITH MY NEPHEW
My joints are full of dewy lights
Max Ritvo
From Inches Away
From inches away his finger can’t miss
Simon Perchik
Two Poems
A rectangular tray materializes, made
Sawnie Morris
While Another Dove Nude into the Breakers
One talked with a talisman
Stephen Ackerman
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Food is a door you have to open
Leslie Adrienne Miller
Lichen Prospectus
Specimen leaves sung down for pages
Drew Milne
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