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Passing Royalty and Dostadning: Beginner’s Translation
I’m sorry I didn’t comprehend sooner how threatening
Patricia Clark
Oloid and Pareidolia
Saturday, awake to the raw April outside. A dream that was on my tongue is gone with a swallow.
Jennifer Martelli
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
View From a Shrinking Floe
Beyond the boats freed from the dripping ice
Billy Collins
from Landscapes on a Train
There once was a church. There once was a steeple. These things fall into
Cole Swensen
Antonio Gamoneda, from Book of the Cold (World Poetry Books, May 2022) translated from Spanish by Katherine M. Hedeen and Víctor Rodríguez Núñez
You smell the wet linens, your acids.
Antonio Gamoneda
City That Cultivated Our Voice
Back then, everything was only starting,
Serhiy Zhadan
SQUANDERED MOONS
Probes on TV tell the tale of their
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
Indelible
Having worn myself out naming Bewick's wren,
Michael Broek
Portrait of My Father as a Snake
I was dead. The hospital around me
Tom Sleigh
Summer circa 1967-2xxx
My mother & the other ladies
Jo-Ann Mort
PASTORAL
The circle lies unbroken, and the lord is by and by.
Sarah Estes
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