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For Night to Fall
You could tell from the start that the best
Carl Phillips
On Sadness | On Beauty
I noticed something strange and beautiful about the word “sad.”
Kathleen Ossip
Bystander Effect, Permanence and Weapon
Your weapon is an eraser.
Tara Skurtu
One of a Series
My daughter sees the sky from another angle, slate-blue reflected in a lake called living.
Joni Wallace
Gott im Himmel and The Corner of Bellington Street and Sparta
Gott was thicket, thorned, glottal,
Steven Ratiner
Two Poems
the way a kitchen’s dirty washcloth
Joyce Peseroff
Comet
You once filled my night sky.
Zeina Azzam
Will flames lap? Leap? | The Country Stairs
Will flames lap? Leap?
Cynthia Hogue
Elevator Boy
All night I lifted them through seven stories
Jay Parini
I was trying to weigh darkness
I was trying to weigh darkness how much does darkness weigh
Martha Silano
Two poems by Adélia Prado (from
Miserere
) translated from Brazilian Portuguese by Ellen Doré Watson
On what might be called a street,
Adélia Prado
Morgellons
Jorge Luis Borges translated Thomas Browne
John Kinsella
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