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Two Poems
My nearsighted eye is for splinters, the threading of needles,
James Richardson
Fresco
We stayed in a monastery cut up into condos, ours with a terrace of dried-up papery roses overlooking Fiesole.
Idris Anderson
Storm Song, Monarch, Sultry Night and Galveston, 1900
Last night heat
Joseph Campana
The Lord Is a Man of War | Far Desert Region | The Day-Shift Sleeps, | [Does the war want
The Lord is a man of war
Katie Ford
Moisei Fishbein translated from the Ukrainian by John Hennessy and Ostap Kin
During the war and for some time after the war
Moisei Fishbein
Movie and Two Little Miners
When I was ten they took me into a coal mine
Martha Collins
NIGHT COMMUNION
We met at the revolving hotel door. You’d shaved
Tara Skurtu
A Brief History
When I close my eyes I can still hear
Christopher Buckley
Two poems by Tomasz Różycki translated from Polish by Mira Rosenthal
Hello? If you can hear me, give a sign, a call,
Tomasz Różycki
The Mind Sliding
around inside the scene:
Wayne Miller
Three Orgasm Poems
She thinks success would be her best revenge. It’s not enough for her now, merely to be alive. Or to feel bliss in brief
Nin Andrews
The Consultation Business
If I consult the Philosopher’s Tarot to guide my thought
Jerome Sala
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