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Cry
Bring back our dresses untorn
Frannie Lindsay
Tranquility & Tremolo
Where song is, fire begins, tightens,
Keith Flynn
Back to Brooklyn Bridge | Second Skin
tears are intuition
Michael Burkard
Words
Words are loyal.
Jane Hirshfield
The Beautiful American Word Baby
Once, I wanted it growled low in the throat
Susan Aizenberg
Abend in Skåne | Du, Nachbar Gott | Wie der Wächter
The park is high. As from a house
Rainer Maria Rilke
Three Ibises in the Rain
That’s how it was early this morning--
Billy Collins
BETRAYAL—ORANGES AND APPLES | EEE EQUALS EMCEE SQUARED
I am a plastic tree, naturally
Arthur Vogelsang
Excerpt from poem by Im Yunjidang translated from Hanja (via modern Korean) by Suphil Lee Park
This shapeless blade
Im Yunjidang
Love Talk | On the Way to the Casinos
What the boy heard his older sister say—
Scott Withiam
Honest Orbit
For weeks I sift in vast exits
Lauren Camp
Between the Bed and the Window
First, the light, which is always
Ron Slate
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