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Once I loved an opera singer from Spain
for 15 days, maybe 20.
Karen Paul Holmes
Chocolate on my new pajamas
Spun from a hundred cocoons
Nancy Mitchell
Antonio Gamoneda, from Book of the Cold (World Poetry Books, May 2022) translated from Spanish by Katherine M. Hedeen and Víctor Rodríguez Núñez
You smell the wet linens, your acids.
Antonio Gamoneda
One poem from “claus and the scorpion”
over lara and among the laras that inhabit lara
Lara Dopazo Ruibal
MOMMY HARANGUES POOR RANDAL | TO RANDAL, CROW-STEALER, LORD OF THE GREENHOUSE
Money is self-comprehending,
Max Ritvo
A Brief Portfolio
A murder of crows wing black vectors across
Steven Cramer
I open the windows.
What I wanted
Jane Hirshfield
THINNING THE SPRUCES
I’ve become ruthless with the spruces
Jeffrey Harrison
Pour Ainsi Dire
Drinking. What is boozing? If not a liquid manner of corresponding, thanks to wine,
Georges Perros
To a High Aircraft | Palazzo Maldura
While now by slow degrees
Karl Kirchwey
A Bookstore in Hay-on-Wye
In a Tudor castle now a vast used bookstore in Hay-on-Wye
Andrei Codrescu
Almost Lost Moment
coming back in an incidental way,
Tess Gallagher
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