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Triangulated
Is it the ship that's moving or the sea that's moving, the tide flowing against the ship?
Alpay Ulku
Abramovic
The eyes are the edge of the central nervous system.
Rick Barot
Two Poems
Save forever my words for the taste of a smoke and disaster,
Osip Mandelstam
Holiday Candle
Thank you for your kind gift
Stewart Moss
Beipei, Low Water, Winter 1985
Li Ping is peeling
Andrea Lingenfelter
Three Poems translated from Chinese by Steven Bradbury
The ancient Greeks believed that if you took everything
Hsia Yü
Chaja-Lea Returns
This is where we were
Eric Odynocki
from Nothing in the Dark
My mother would assuage my childhood night-fears by saying There's nothing in the dark that you can't see during
Fred Muratori
How to Topple a Kingdom
Read overly-detailed novels. Prefer
Dick Allen
Toussaint
The soul, you said, is this sour wind, or this empty glass, the tiny steps of insects, these white iron
Jean-Michel Maulpoix
Hotline
The calls came in around the clock. A nunnery in Nova Scotia with a broken clavichord.
Brian Barker
Strange that Penelope
does not question or pray in a selfish manner
Katherine Soniat
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