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For Night to Fall
You could tell from the start that the best
Carl Phillips
Willing
Hidden from all mothers’ eyes by blinded windows
David Thacker
Late Elegy for Charlotte
You were about to sail the Seine.
Lynn Emanuel
The Absurd Self Looking Both Ways at Once | Inventing Nightlife
Plato said the world is divided into a world
Marc Vincenz
Cento for the Turn of the Year
Assume nothing. Take a position:
Rachel Hadas
Geology Lessons
I look back through the window of a Greyhound Bus
Susan Rich
My Raincoat Opens Doors for Me
It holds a door open above my head.
Andrea Cohen
My Fifth Tattoo at the Darkstar Ink Parlor
It takes a long time to get a tattoo
Alejandro Escudé
“Flüchtige monde” / “fugitive moons” translated from the German by Joscha Klueppel
mountains recall their flock of birds. the dear birds,
Yevgeniy Breyger
California King, Head of the Meadow and A Miracle of Saint Anthony
The little bright red car
Karl Kirchwey
Confusing Myself with the Whippoorwill
Today, I was a madness of regrettable actions. At the convenience store, I eyed the cashiers warily as they slouched in
Christopher Kennedy
Aunt Rolla
She had the softest face
Mark Jarman
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