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Ars Poetica
The dark night caught Jerome by surprise
Eduardo Chirinos
In Which the Sea Rakes at My Window and Seemingly Unlike Me
and I wake rattled, as if to resist a long fall
Ellen Doré Watson
An Oracle
Why does the line end sooner than the page?
Michael Collier
Across the Wide Missouri
It’s toward the end of the season.
Brian Swann
Sky Grief
Arizona and the Black Canyon
Jules Jacob
SUNDAYS | ALONE
Mournful Sunday afternoons in winter,
Georges Rodenbach
Exclusive Beautiful Grapheme War
history means touch, bodies
G.C. Waldrep
From Pendant que Perceval tombait, by Tania Langlais, translated from French by Jessica Cuello
you don’t know how to write with lightness
Tania Langlais
Even the Gun Does Not Want to be a Gun
It denies the polish
Juan Felipe Herrera
I Spent one Summer with a Semi-colon
in those days people called it shacking up
Angela Ball
A Habitation of Jackals, a Court for Ostriches
Very dark now I put a seed in my mouth but its texture and taste
Timothy Donnelly
Birds There is No Moon
Birds there is no moon
Dorothea Lasky
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