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Interrogations Update & Mythos
When will I see you again? I’ve asked the priests.
Peter Cooley
Portrait | The Traveler
Recollections of my infancy: a patio in Seville,
Antonio Machado
From a Bench at MOMA
Don’t wanna, don’t wanna,
Clare Rossini
Two Poems
There was intent. To bisect the fields
John Kinsella
Bridge Thrill
After two days of TV airlifts and wheels-to-the-sky
Terese Svoboda
[There was the way his mother]
There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.
Megan Nichols
Language Is a Form of Walking, Even at Age of 87 and Three, in One Story
At 30, she learns to rewrite herself in a phonetic language,
Shao Wei
Handel in London, 1741
Wedged in a chair near the open window,
Floyd Skloot
80 Words for Rosmarie Waldrop at 80
sojourner
Charles Bernstein
Car Trouble
I watch the engine start to burn
Charlie Clark
Ultimatum
If I forget one character a day
Weijia Pan
Six Makeshift Trees Around My Bathtub
Above our heads a vertical shadow
Samira Negrouche
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