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Seven Minutes with Mary Halvorson: Poetry and Jazz, Hand in Hand
Artlessly falling through overstretched arms delivers the night underground, a hole
Mary Halvorson
Writing Under the Influence of Me
It means I drop things, and I keep turning
Tony Hoagland
Ready to Be the Lover She Remembers Forever
The gods are everywhere
Hsia Yü
From The Little Book of Passage
Ecco il fiume che mi allarga lo sguardo, che mi attraversa la fronte.
Franca Mancinelli
The Fortieth Day | Pussy Riot/Want/Don’t/Want
Now she called forth nights of a different kind of brilliance when the moon wrapped every thing with light—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Cry
Bring back our dresses untorn
Frannie Lindsay
One of a Series
My daughter sees the sky from another angle, slate-blue reflected in a lake called living.
Joni Wallace
Shaft of Light
Smile behind the lips
Hélène Cardona
from In the Fires of Absence
Beautiful gelid just-
Claire Malroux
Before Things Got Bad
After the mayor closed all the parks
Jeffrey Harrison
Transport | Gdańsk
Today, a simple bowl of onion soup
Roal Vertov
Picasso & Dora Maar (1942)
Four decades I have lived among the French
Campbell McGrath
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