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Whose Sky, Between | Rape of America. So, it appears
A name that meant sound of an owl’s hard fall, another day of blood gunned to al
Margo Berdeshevsky
What You Can’t Fix
She was always fixing me, stuffing filler in my holes
Jeff Friedman
THE BEAR IN THE WHEELCHAIR
The bedside window is cracked a little, for fresh air presumably, and a lopsided venetian blind bangs softly in a
Michael Van Walleghen
Bear Sometimes Thinks He’s Dead & Shelf Life
But lately he’s observed the Hermit Thrush
David Huddle
Notnames at the Detroit Institute of the Arts and Hell Fuckin’ Yeah: Smackdown vs. Raw
At the Detroit Institute of the Arts the Caravaggio’s no
Jill McDonough
Winter | Untitled
Let this winter pass into another winter.
Ester Naomi Perquin
Cora Goes Birding
This was a bad idea.
Kate Falvey
A God | A Poet | “Facesti come quei che va di notte…” | The Mocking of Ceres
Here lies a god who was obtuse, just like us.
Yves Bonnefoy
Two Poems translated from the Arabic by Khaled Mattawa
I told myself, why not
Saadi Youssef
Two Poems
In Vietnam, we rowed an old wooden boat
Jim Daniels
SunRiders
Lucy!
Juan Felipe Herrera
Anthropocene
Nesting, the turtle seems to be crying even though she is simply
Nomi Stone
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