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Honest Orbit
For weeks I sift in vast exits
Lauren Camp
From A Line By Kawabata
A solitary shadow in stillness
Ron Slate
Hogmanay, Edinburgh
Past the iron fence on Princes Street
Stewart Moss
Maybe It Will Happen in the Span of a Sentence translated by Daniel Bourne
One of the most interesting poets to emerge in Poland during the final decades of the 20th century
Bronislaw Maj
Horoscope and American Upanishad
Two hearts can charge the moment they meet,
Amit Majmudar
Amalgam
Mostly, what I didn’t know didn’t hurt me
Rebecca Foust
Beipei, Low Water, Winter 1985
Li Ping is peeling
Andrea Lingenfelter
New Year’s Day Truce, 1999
He looked old and tired
Frances Richey
SOUL-DARK second version | SLEEP second version
At the forest’s edge: a dark deer. A hush.
Georg Trakl
POPULATION ZERO
Cockroaches ignored the winter dawn
Carol Frost
Moss City
City down to the last nuance is moss,
Carol Frost
Deceiving the Gods
The old Jews rarely admitted good fortune.
Ellen Bass
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