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from Brexit suivi de la migration des murs (Les Éditions Diable Vauvert 2020) Translated from French by Nathan Dize and Siobhan Meï
Once upon a poster, let’s call it
James Noël
In a Field, at Sunset
When he asked if I still loved him, I didn’t answer
Carl Phillips
On Shadows & On Risk
Me and my shadow
DeWitt Henry
More Nights Than Days and Turn It Up
At the end of my street, they cut the trees.
Kelle Groom
One for André Breton
Always for the first time
Jules Jacob
The Morgue is Closed & Pélican Dans Sa Píeté
Any décor depresses when it shows
Martha Serpas
Natural History of the Soul
The song thrush hops, runs, stands,
Elizabeth Arnold
A Controlled Substance
My brother is late again, somehow the glass
Brendan Constantine
THE ABDUCTION | INSIGHT | THE FOUNTAIN
The falcon, which he’s just bought, at his cheek,
Kuno Raeber
Evening
The blue chair on the terrace, coffee, evening,
Cees Nooteboom
Two Poems
For the second time, yet not the last, in this
Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow
SUNDAY LUNCH AT MOM’S COUSIN DINNIE’S: JUNE 1969 | “ELEGANT,” SHE SAID
I hadn't yet recovered from a concussive first year teaching ninth-grade English
Wendy Barker
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