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St. Rose of Lima
Lips weary with chapped hallelujahs,
Tiana Nobile
Hapax Legomenon
Literally “thing said once,
Danielle Blau
Toys
Your toys, my child, hold them dear,
Abraham Sutzkever
Beyond the Unnamed Thickets of Silence translated from Spanish by Jeremy Paden
Beyond the unnamed thickets of silence,
Elí Urbina
Fresco
We stayed in a monastery cut up into condos, ours with a terrace of dried-up papery roses overlooking Fiesole.
Idris Anderson
Rome/Glasgow: Early March
Our favorite time to visit—cool air for all-day walking, in
Ron Smith
Arcana
The solvent alters. The durable
Eric Pankey
I Offer This Container
Monkeys of fresh rage born again—
Jeffrey Skinner
A Brief Portfolio
Theatre people who know suppose them to bring good luck.
Stephanie Burt and Mara Hampson
Childhood
A bead of moisture swelling from black metal,
Alan Shapiro
A Brief Portfolio
What goes with you, cured meats,
Daniel Halpern
SOUL-DARK second version | SLEEP second version
At the forest’s edge: a dark deer. A hush.
Georg Trakl
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