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Caroline
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he
Robert Clinton
You Don’t Drink Wine? and I Tremble: Two poems by Rumi
What? You don’t drink wine? Infidel, begone!
Jalal al-Din Rumi
To Say
There are dead children all over and under this earth
Leslie Harrison
To Manuel Bandeira | To Hilda Hilst | To Adélia Prado
The girls are still a d o r a b l e
Flávia Rocha
A VARIATION | MY MOTHER BEFORE SHE DIED | HART CRANE
Why ask to know, twin and neighbor,
William Louis-Dreyfus
A Story of Mother Mary I Could Believe
The woman who was Mary knew things.
Nin Andrews
Lunette 15
I came into the world through a wound
Bruce Bond
Her Oceanography
A strand of algae leaves its rubbery
Harriet Levin
Wuhan
Utopia, or dystopia,
Kehan Yu
Phone Call: Lesson in Style and The Story of Civilization
“Everything feels all swollen and puffy, like my brain
Tom Sleigh
A Brief Portfolio
“What is truth?” Pilate asked. Before Jesus could answer Pilate was on his way out the door.
Jeffrey Skinner
Woman, Man, Tepoztlán
Mother, today I met a man.
Kristina Andersson Bicher
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