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Childhood
A bead of moisture swelling from black metal,
Alan Shapiro
Lag sol time
Please are the big good door, no one is so did it anymore will be to period. No: only if he’d sown wheat in a set fiche
Pierre Joris
St. Rose of Lima
Lips weary with chapped hallelujahs,
Tiana Nobile
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
Scene from a Photograph in a Dream
What was I doing in my childhood room again?
Jeffrey Harrison
Faust 1972
This time, Faust was a nursing mother --
Sharon Olds
Road Trip
Over the singed and brittle roadside stalks,
Davis McCombs
The Way Forward | Fountainebleau
Swordplay is all
Andrea Cohen
Feral
Ex. A house. A trampoline. A raised garden bed. A Ford Bronco. A Cabbage Patch doll
Ashley Dailey
Ebbtide
He said one day when we are old, we—
Lynne Thompson
Vermeer in Greenlandic Norse
We were stopped in the gallery’s cool
Tim Liardet
In Praise of Transformations
Not always dramatic. Often soundless.
Margaret Gibson
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