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The Sunflower
The sunflower
Vítězslav Nezval
Happiness on Earth
Especially if you were waking
Stephen Ackerman
Somewhere in Eastern Europe
It was the year the townsfolk
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
The Mirror
We dream of two dragons
Norman Dubie
HER MOUTH
Near the end, her mouth was pinned down
Julie Bruck
The Book of Forgotten Geniuses
I can understand why the Egyptians
Stewart Moss
The Science of Departures
We study the departure screen and
Adalber Salas Hernández
Thanksgiving Near Cape Coast & Pine Cones: April 2020
Churning along through viscous mud,
Rachel Hadas
Toussaint
The soul, you said, is this sour wind, or this empty glass, the tiny steps of insects, these white iron
Jean-Michel Maulpoix
Riding the Metro-North New Haven Line and Black Mountain Music
The question is what kind of sausage are they—
David Blair
An Oracle
Why does the line end sooner than the page?
Michael Collier
Someone Is Walking the Pig
Someone is walking the pig in our downstairs hallway, where the shops are.
Fleda Brown
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