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The Morgue is Closed & Pélican Dans Sa Píeté
Any décor depresses when it shows
Martha Serpas
Golgotha & Receiving the Host
Then they came and cleansed you my love
Frannie Lindsay
Painting
all things look as if
André du Bouchet
Wuhan
Utopia, or dystopia,
Kehan Yu
from The Violet Blood of the Amethyst
An exceptionally unhappy heart.
Louis Calaferte
Lily of the Forest
On the slopes of Mt. Ślęża, the cult
Daniel Bourne
CONCRETE
Entry was easy
Arthur Vogelsang
Three Poems
Mud to your waist. Beside you, six men probing with broken
Lis Sanchez
AS IN A SACK | STILL HEARD | BREATH THEY COULDN’T
AS IN A SACK held shut by cord,
Joan Houlihan
The Invention of Everyday Life
A few days later Pierre arrived.
Lawrence Raab
Excerpt from poem by Im Yunjidang translated from Hanja (via modern Korean) by Suphil Lee Park
This shapeless blade
Im Yunjidang
“October, and the sun burnishes”
October, and the sun burnishes the leaves so brightly you
Ralph Culver
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