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Two Poems translated from Chinese by Steve Bradbury
The still object Kazuo Ohno caressed is already growing old
Wu Yu Hsuan
Essay: Domestic
Brassiere
Chelsea Wagenaar
naked dreaming
an artist friend once told me
Jenny J Chen
Elegy for a Landscaper
The holes we find scraped out at the edge
Brendan Galvin
WINDOWS (after Baudelaire)
You never see as much in an open window as you will looking at it when it’s closed.
J.T. Barbarese
The Authentic Galleries
Begin again. Begin with the wound.
G.C. Waldrep
Pain & Ophelia and the Nine-and-Fifty Swans
Where to stand
Brian Culhane
UBI AMOR IBI OCULUS EST
Flumes of the late night
Donald Revell
Two Stories and a Poem
Do you have a canned ham?
Lydia Davis
Four Poems
One was dicing an onion,
Ron Slate
April
I think I will accept my life, the moment
Maxine Scates
A Brief Portfolio
Look, there’s Mom with a cup of flour and a cup of time, staring into her blue bowl.
Mark Irwin
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