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But the Avant-Garde
did find ways to wear TV as clothing--the monitors,
Christina Pugh
THE SECRET OF TIME MEETS A STRANGER
You look familiar.
Elaine Equi
Purity | A Withered Rose
Amazing solitude.
Nina Cassian
Curriculum Vitae | Ode to Silo City
I’ll keep the ululating
Philip Metres
Two Poems
I could never say anything about my father
Patricia Clark
How Self-Consciousness Counts
Why in hell should anyone understand
Stephen Todd Booker
Boothill Graveyard and Boyden Cemetery
mrs suicide : mrs arsenic : mrs dance hall girls quarreling over a man : mrs descriptive murder in the streets of tombstone
Hannah V Warren
Checkerboard Mesa
Dear mesa, dome of rock, do you remember your deep past?
Robin Rosen Chang
Almost Nightfall
City lovely in its concocted dream, there
Noelle Kocot
Small Hut
I know you only in echo,
Tess Gallagher
“Flüchtige monde” / “fugitive moons” translated from the German by Joscha Klueppel
mountains recall their flock of birds. the dear birds,
Yevgeniy Breyger
Three Poems
A little man was sleeping in the bright sunlight
Tanella Boni
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