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  • [There was the way his mother]

    There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.

  • Reading Julio Cortázar after turning 70

    Years ago, there was your story about a man named John Howell.

  • Two O’Clock and Stray

    As though all at once it is afternoon

  • Night World | The Gentle Soul

    The barbed-wire vines

  • Moisei Fishbein translated from the Ukrainian by John Hennessy and Ostap Kin

    During the war and for some time after the war

  • The End

    Whatever is coming is the end, but not really.

  • Logs

    Giants lie entangled on wet sand,

  • A Snow Woman

    A window on a side yard in winter.

  • Contagions of the Visible

    In the optics of the dark ages, the eye

  • Things forgotten

    once in another city,

  • White Gauze Curtains

    in them we see

  • Two Poems translated from Chinese by Steve Bradbury

    The still object Kazuo Ohno caressed is already growing old