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Separation
Slumbering suburbs, calm depths of summer.
Ramón García
The Public Servants and Amateur
To be delivered by a sad man standing in a single light.
Jason Waldrop
Gott im Himmel and The Corner of Bellington Street and Sparta
Gott was thicket, thorned, glottal,
Steven Ratiner
Imperial Crimson
There is no way I can write ‘producing meanings’ as my job in the CV,
Yuliia Vereta
Phoenix Hairpin Terrace
Yes Feng-huang plus three syllables
Karen An-hwei Lee
IT IS STILL BEAUTIFUL TO HEAR THE HEART BEAT*
It's 3 AM. The crows on one leg or none are already starving for infant nests. A few leaves hang on
Margo Berdeshevsky
Muxica
The border fence,
Alberto Rios
Willing
Hidden from all mothers’ eyes by blinded windows
David Thacker
Phone Call: Lesson in Style and The Story of Civilization
“Everything feels all swollen and puffy, like my brain
Tom Sleigh
First Wedding
It was one of those days when not even the bland sun
Diane K. Martin
“Recipe for Indifference” translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry
We saw them, hungry, and spoke
Aleš Šteger
SOUL-DARK second version | SLEEP second version
At the forest’s edge: a dark deer. A hush.
Georg Trakl
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