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“Summer with Monika” translated from Polish by Scotia Gilroy
we spent the days lying on the hot asphalt, fleeing
Urszula Honek
Arcs and Oedipus Ux
No shame in appreciating
Charles O. Hartman
Two Stages
The traveler was certainly sleep-logged when he slipped away from his hotel at sunrise
Yves Bonnefoy
Albatross
Driving toward
Karina Borowicz
My Heart in Evening
In the evening one hears the sharp shrieks of bats.
Georg Trakl
The Big Blow
After the snow-soused April gale I wandered
Sydney Lea
Ultimatum
If I forget one character a day
Weijia Pan
Halfway Through Civilization, Late to Another
meeting for grown-ups, i hurry across campus,
Brenda Hillman
Grandpa David Told Me Once of Carpathia, a Place He had Never Been
His hospital topped
Xander Gershberg
ON SILVER SPOONS
The Golliwog spoon, we called it, the handle shaped like a head with heavy-lidded eyes and a thick-
Wendy Barker
Eternal Sunshine
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
Troy Jollimore
The Only One
In the stories of old there were always three.
Nin Andrews
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