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Good Stuff | A Love Letter from Larkin
There’s some good stuff on Youtube, someone writes.
D.M. Thomas
The Last Photograph
a golden shovel on the opening line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “To Prisoners”
Carrie Etter
Ophthalmology
No me miras, she said, hiding her face,
Rafael Campo
Feral
Ex. A house. A trampoline. A raised garden bed. A Ford Bronco. A Cabbage Patch doll
Ashley Dailey
Since Childhood & The Virgin’s Miracles translated by Don Schofield
Think of the body on the sand,
Liana Sakelliou
POSTSCRIPT
You’re wasting time. Your lilac needs pruning. By the shed,
Teresa Cader
Volumes
Certain mornings you can catch the sound
Jane Satterfield
The Last Time I Saw My Mother Before the Pandemic, #Me Too & Ready
was on Valentine’s Day 2020. The residents who were able to sit up
Denise Duhamel
SECRET AGENT | GUARDIAN OF THE EGG
A long armed monkey lurks by the far
Susan Rich
Liebfraumilch, Scale and Season
Our new son, fallen asleep
Joshua McKinney
End of the Century
We’ve slept too long, and that hasn’t stopped the incidental warping—
Paul Nemser
Les Rochers de Belle-Ile [after the painting by Claude Monet]
No beach here—just the sea
Patricia Clark
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