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from Nothing in the Dark
My mother would assuage my childhood night-fears by saying There's nothing in the dark that you can't see during
Fred Muratori
Ancestors
Farther back than my grandmother
Fred D’Aguiar
ELK | RUE MOUFFETARD |
The man who said he could smell the girls ovulating
Leslie Adrienne Miller
Loosestrife
The cities changed hands. In the course
Donald Revell
Loud Walk in Fall | Regret
There is something else
Lia Purpura
SOMETHING LIKE A WING
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he hid in his
Robert Clinton
Timetable
Somebody dies, for example, or is gone
Charles Baxter
Leaving the Big City
So afterward I sat by the bosphorus blue water and many dazzling
Peter Balakian
IN PROFILE
Words hung into silence
Sylva Fischerová
The Orders of the Ordinary
Death seemed no more
William Logan
Poem Beginning with a Line from Levis
As if we’re put on the earth to forget the ending,
Gabriella R. Tallmadge
Slow Thinker
Audiences love the slow
Andrea Cohen
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