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Words hung into silence
Sylva Fischerová
Kneeling in a Pile of Leaves
Kneeling in a pile of leaves
Bianca Stone
Alex Averbuch translated from the Ukrainian by Oksana Maksymchuk and Max Rosochinsky
everything happened as in the early days of creation
Alex Averbuch
Tsunami Letter—March 2011
Shunning the safety of high ground
Lawrence Matsuda
My Last Deidre | The City of the Orgasm
I am a not woman. I am an orgasm.
Nin Andrews
Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up | Shall we praise the girls who will not come down | It’s about water that didn’t lose its shine
Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up
Aleksey Porvin
Agnus Dei, Winslow Wants a Gun, Omega Street
The shearer’s come horse-back from Solo –
Joseph Bathanti
Ant Story
Each ant was given a different part of the message to carry.
Tony Hoagland
Museling, a Pastoral
I’m reading a poem by a young woman,
Leonard Kress
Polaris Mall
February, 9:37 p.m. Two Canada geese,
J. Allyn Rosser
Signaling to You
You live with a young leopard and a poem levitating in the gravitational landscape.
Sawnie Morris
POSTCARD WITH A CITY’S AERIAL VIEW AT NIGHT
To think that each lit window there
Laure-Anne Bosselaar
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