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From The Little Book of Passage
Ecco il fiume che mi allarga lo sguardo, che mi attraversa la fronte.
Franca Mancinelli
The Unreturning, 2019
Suddenly cops crushed black citizens, hurled
Denise Duhamel
Vaccination, in the Broadest Sense of the Term, Crickets and Lucky Strike Lanes
Just as the pharmacist drove the vaccine into my arm
Peter Johnson
A Brief Portfolio
He’s nowhere now.
Timothy Liu
Dear Creature
Because of what I did
Jessica Cuello
BUD
Five years of nothing. Then, one night she calls
Peter Campion
A Controlled Substance
My brother is late again, somehow the glass
Brendan Constantine
The Movie My Murderer Makes
My murderer sits in row F, seat 3, just behind my wife and me, in row E, seats 3 and 4.
Chris Shipman
It was never he, | One might say I’ve fulfilled the miserable obligation of constructing myself.
It was never he,
Santiago Vizcaíno
Dawn Without Sun & Mist Gently Smothers Sight
Dawn without sun
André du Bouchet
Sometimes,
I’ll crumple the paper before beginning to write
Mark Irwin
To Manuel Bandeira | To Hilda Hilst | To Adélia Prado
The girls are still a d o r a b l e
Flávia Rocha
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