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Transport | Gdańsk
Today, a simple bowl of onion soup
Roal Vertov
Transfer
Now they tell us
Rae Armantrout
Three Long Years
it takes to train a sheepdog. Not all are candidates, the culling starts early.
Sarah Dunphy-Lelii
The Shell
When I picked it up from the sand
J. Allyn Rosser
love sonnet to aliens | Putin statue project
the known universe is self-referential: it has no choice.
Andrei Codrescu
Promiscuous and Thanking My Breasts
Promiscuous is what my mother
Kim Dower
Judith Beheading Holofernes
No one ever read the
Book of Judith
to a slave—
Ellen June Wright
Meeting Shakespeare
I met Shakespeare in a hotel room downtown.
Austen Leah Rose
Note to Thomas Stearns Eliot
I just dared to eat
Billy Collins
Henry’s Song
Sometimes sitting in a friend's backyard on a fall evening
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
The Look
I’ll never tell Ethan I listen to him sing
Steven Cramer
Bending Truth to Advantage
From Robert Lowell’s poem “Those Before Us,” these final lines: “Pardon them for existing.
Scott Withiam
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