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In the Late Style of Eros
Loneliness is a female shark
Virginia Konchan
Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)
i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the
Campbell McGrath
Three Poems
I was four or five, bored by the dull terrain
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Elephant Memory
A cold sunny morning in Cambridge. Pragmatical
Gail Mazur
Before Summer Rain
Then, out of the green of the grove,
Rainer Maria Rilke
Your Brother’s Face
You believe your brother will come down
Christopher Howell
Letter to a Cyclist and Early Spring
The cyclist who’s rushing for the usual gold
Guy Goffette
Lush & Fair-Flung
You’re thinking of drunks,
Hailey Leithauser
Stanley Cavell Pauses on the Aventine | A Package Tour
At the side of the slope where all those waves
Jana Prikryl
Butchery
They do it right here in the front yard in Wellsville,
Samuel Cheney
After Our Parents Get Divorced, Our Mother Buys an Ivy Stencil
In the small white bedroom
Brandi George
Butchering the Ram | James Cameron Descends into Lake Baikal
And while traveling the transcendental path of non-violence,
Amarsana Ulzytuev
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