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Up Early, I Turn off the Television News
High tide of sun curling & breaking onto the hardwood
Gerry LaFemina
A Fable: The Floss-Silk Tree and the Philodendron
In Brazil they call the floss-silk palo borracho
Peter Meinke
Two poems by Adélia Prado (from
Miserere
) translated from Brazilian Portuguese by Ellen Doré Watson
On what might be called a street,
Adélia Prado
when it is time
you pass that bridge
Dong Li
Missed Romance & The Image
An old black and white photograph
Ramón García
Edna St. Vincent, M.F.A.
Chic and petite, blind to her destiny
Mary Jo Salter
Dear— and On Misreading a Line by Mario de Andrade
Scorch splinter shard and itch Dear glitch
Betsy Sholl
Two Poems translated from Chinese by Steve Bradbury
The still object Kazuo Ohno caressed is already growing old
Wu Yu Hsuan
Four Poems translated by Christopher Buckley
In the early morning the city is something else.
Ernesto Trejo
Two Views of Bercy
It seems that the sun has stopped and will move no more
Jacques Réda
Snow Day, by Jerome Sala
The camera in the other room points and clicks
Jerome Sala
Snow, an essay and The Day After the Day Without a Yesterday
Or, the winter I kept being turned into a pillar of salt.
Nicole Callihan
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