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Perfect Air
Put book down
Ted Greenwald
Bartosz Konstrat translated from Polish by Dawid Mobolaji
Suddenly: bam! The little boys rise from their knees, their teeth grow and begin to bite.
Bartosz Konstrat
Rome/Glasgow: Early March
Our favorite time to visit—cool air for all-day walking, in
Ron Smith
Two Poems translated from the Faroese by Randi Ward
The first time I was in London,
Kim Simonsen
Micah
For a moment I was on trial
Gerald Stern
Charade
I was thinking of the sad
Adam Scheffler
Yes
Yes, all things of water and our days rounded with light, yes,
Mark Irwin
Alexandru (1904 – 1984)
You cross the hill by wagon to Românești. Airplanes stretch ropes of milk in our way not unlike the wire you’d
Moni Stanila
The Birthday Ceremony
Seventeen rooms of long maroon
Cynthia Cruz
Seventh Circle
And after the fight the moment of awakening
Tom Sleigh
Two Poems
The sky spills a certain sadness after sunset,
Paul Christiansen
The Hardworking Man
On the island where I grew up, the hardworking man is the ideal man. The
Nin Andrews
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