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Leave It Lay Where Jesus Flung It
What a colossal wrong fall she took—that mastodon caught
Jane Springer
ELK | RUE MOUFFETARD |
The man who said he could smell the girls ovulating
Leslie Adrienne Miller
To Be That Boy, to Be That Horse
I’ve watched a shy horse
Alan May
Evening
The blue chair on the terrace, coffee, evening,
Cees Nooteboom
from The Violet Blood of the Amethyst
An exceptionally unhappy heart.
Louis Calaferte
A History of Mirrors
We’ve accidentally collided with something real tonight
Colin Pope
Sky Grief
Arizona and the Black Canyon
Jules Jacob
Three Ghazals
When I woke in the night, I walked to the center of the dream.
Nicole Callihan and Zoë Ryder White
The Madonna Poems
She bends to lift him from the basket.
Frances Richey
Bedtime Story
It wasn’t only my father who believed in the romanticism of war
Bruce Cohen
In My Thorn Dream | In my Path Dream
The thing is the delicacy
Robin Behn
Post-
Clenching, unclenching her thin white fingers,
Annie Kim
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