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EVERY MAP IS AN ISLAND
I turned away from the paper
Wayne Miller
Before | Ode to Late Autumn, Auvillar
The American poet died of head trauma
Marilyn Kallet
From Night, by Ennio Moltedo, translated from Spanish by Marguerite Feitlowitz
Can we go on like this?
Ennio Moltedo
From the River of News
The President and his opponent both speaking in Ohio—
Robert Pinsky
The Absurd Self Looking Both Ways at Once | Inventing Nightlife
Plato said the world is divided into a world
Marc Vincenz
The Afterlife of Fish and Opossum
Whenever we caught fish when we were boys,
Jeffrey Harrison
Morgellons
Jorge Luis Borges translated Thomas Browne
John Kinsella
The Muse Writes Luis Jorge Borges A Letter On His 86th Birthday
The night has entered your eyes
Chard deNiord
Language Is a Form of Walking, Even at Age of 87 and Three, in One Story
At 30, she learns to rewrite herself in a phonetic language,
Shao Wei
The Occupant Imagines the House as a Great Fish & Eight Things…
It has already swallowed a century, each year a silver iridescent scale. For eight, she has lived in its belly,
Jennifer Maier
Mr. Blake’s Skin Don’t Dirt
Because the vanishing point hovers
Maurice Manning
Ana Varela Tafur translated from Spanish by Yaccaira Salvatierra
By the banks or the center of a river,
Ana Varela Tafur
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