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Necromancy
Squeeze the shadow.
Shuqi Gao
Woman, Man, Tepoztlán
Mother, today I met a man.
Kristina Andersson Bicher
Musée des Beaux Arts
Look at the science, already.
Virginia Konchan
Lamentations
America more guns more than us
Martha Collins
Ocean Park
Call this landscape abstract if the world’s splendour
Ranjit Hoskote
BUSH | SERIAL
Warms thieves.
Diane Vreuls
Wolf Wine Bar
Two years ago, maybe even two and a half
Natalka Bilotserkivets
Lichen Prospectus
Specimen leaves sung down for pages
Drew Milne
But-cept
I recall not wanting my oldest son
Sydney Lea
From Bajo la lluvia ajena (In Foreign Rain) by Juan Gelman, translated by Lisa Rose Bradford
On the tiers of experience.
Juan Gelman
What If a House Could Draw its Own Blueprints? and The Decision
The house grows wild, floats
Susan Rich
Imagined Corners
At the corner where the transept cuts the nave,
Christina Pugh
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