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Pedestrian Interval
The trick in all of this is to build well--
Mark Svenvold
Were We So Fragile?
What promises didn’t you deliver, beautiful Life!
René Char
We Came This Way to Know the Evening
Here’s a riddle:
Hsia Yü
FAMILY BATTLES | WITCH
My uncle stares at the TV throughout
Diann Blakely
A Woman in Damascus That Year | While She’s Asleep In Baghdad
Her soul’s in my hand and she knows I’m there
Ghassan Zaqtan
Beautiful Worry
this wan light, spaghetti-thin, uneases
Deborah Gorlin
from Devil Mutant Child
Exactly the hair I wanted,
Thylias Moss
True West
We return by foot from pre-plantation oaks,
Daniel Tobin
I’ll Hang Around as Long as You Will Let Me
John Prine is dead on TV in the season before trees bear peaches
Jane Springer
Milk Ice
Driving through fog and storm’s aftermath
Patricia Spears Jones
From a Bench at MOMA
Don’t wanna, don’t wanna,
Clare Rossini
“Bird or Old Man” translated from Bulgarian by Holly Karapetkova
He arrived with a bag full of fog.
Dostena Anguelova
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