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  • Into the Flame

    And you lay for decades counting sheep

  • To Urania

    Astronomer who rules the tides and skies,

  • Leave It Lay Where Jesus Flung It

    What a colossal wrong fall she took—that mastodon caught

  • Three Poems

    It was a beauty, made by the Hmong in Laos

  • Pick Me Up

    the words love you, friend

  • Pathetic Fallacy

    Jog through this suburb at a blue hour

  • white paper #46

    Obama Waffles Mix

  • Blond for All the Boys

    Frank Ocean didn’t mean anything to me till Dave said check

  • Hatfield

    Such lovely matter, rain, abundant rain,

  • mother of stains

    a mother made of three buttons from three different sweaters

  • Hymn of the Squirrels, Echidna Tremens and Singled Out

    Not an issue of ‘variety’, of red, brown, grey and black,

  • Three prose poems by Marie Lundquist translated from Swedish by Malena Mörling

    Three prose poems by Marie Lundquist translated from Swedish by Malena Mörling   The nights when you practice tenderness, the air like a skin around the words. On top of the crest: the dripping udder, red currant breast, rowanberry blood, and the blush of the apples. The sun is leaping in Leo and Virgo. Such is the month of harvest,