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Imperial Crimson
There is no way I can write ‘producing meanings’ as my job in the CV,
Yuliia Vereta
Elegy
The breeze this morning pulls on the surface of the bay
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
A Brief Portfolio
I don’t know what the crows were arguing over
Jane Hirshfield
Danger: A Triptych
I thought at first it was a rock, a pebble my own tire had somehow kicked up in a weird curve. I kept driving to my
Denise Duhamel
One of a Series
My daughter sees the sky from another angle, slate-blue reflected in a lake called living.
Joni Wallace
The Absurd Self Looking Both Ways at Once | Inventing Nightlife
Plato said the world is divided into a world
Marc Vincenz
Throne Verse
Two years of cinders built up in the hearth,
Patrick Donnelly
Lag sol time
Please are the big good door, no one is so did it anymore will be to period. No: only if he’d sown wheat in a set fiche
Pierre Joris
The Beginner
Doesn’t have a clue, sips whiskey in a train
Sigman Byrd
Poem to Circe IV
Ancient bronzes, we reached the sea.
José Manuel Cardona
Because What Else Could I Do
I alone in a restaurant
Martha Collins
Elegy for My Grandmother in the Form of a Cactus
The way each linked lobe of your cactus swallows all
Julia Bouwsma
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