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I figure four times, you make it five
Andrew Wachtel
Charlotte
That was a malaise. We call that malaise.
Mark Dow
Birds in the Night
The French government, or was it the English government,
Luis Cernuda
My Fjord | Someone Else’s Someone Else
I will sail through my own fjord and I will name the fjord My Fjord.
Lee Upton
From “Underworlds”
Hell of an exit,
Kimberly Johnson
Who Are You?
who are you? the effect of well fed herds?
Tomaž Šalamun
Bed
I haven’t got a fingernail or bed
Sarah Arvio
IN PROFILE
Words hung into silence
Sylva Fischerová
Diptych
I’m hammering nails into the stretchers,
Alice Rose George
Before Summer Rain
Then, out of the green of the grove,
Rainer Maria Rilke
Four a.m. and 40 Years Later
Driving into my old city yesterday
Jessica Greenbaum
Plastic Bag Caught in a Tree
Some dark animal’s
Kevin Prufer
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