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Imagined Corners
At the corner where the transept cuts the nave,
Christina Pugh
On Sadness | On Beauty
I noticed something strange and beautiful about the word “sad.”
Kathleen Ossip
Scales
I’m off in sixteen different directions
Carol Moldaw
Two Poems
Since a long time the parrot had been on Félicité’s mind, because
Ramón García
Occupation
As a peeper, some clear night, singing for a star,
Scott Withiam
Notnames at the Detroit Institute of the Arts and Hell Fuckin’ Yeah: Smackdown vs. Raw
At the Detroit Institute of the Arts the Caravaggio’s no
Jill McDonough
The Dead, At Home,
snag on brush and low cactus.
Paul Nemser
Miss Lola Ridge (1873-1941)
The fire of the world is running through me.
Terese Svoboda
Gusto
Skin the asparagus for their lives,
Molly Peacock
Life Pig
The hams the hocks the oddly delicate
Alan Shapiro
A Girl Who Doesn’t Believe in Myths & I Have No One With Whom I Can Spit Toothpaste At Turns Into The Sink
we went to the prophetess
Radmila Petrović
Excerpt from poem by Im Yunjidang translated from Hanja (via modern Korean) by Suphil Lee Park
This shapeless blade
Im Yunjidang
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