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spattered measure
what beauty O sad world through answers
Shira Dentz
Half of Life
The land with yellow pears
Fredrich Holderlin
The Bird that Begins it
In the world-famous night which is already flinging away bits of dark but not
Jorie Graham
Honest Orbit
For weeks I sift in vast exits
Lauren Camp
Abend in Skåne | Du, Nachbar Gott | Wie der Wächter
The park is high. As from a house
Rainer Maria Rilke
Intelligent Design & Miramar Point
7, 8, 9 years old,
Christopher Buckley
At the perennial exchange
At the perennial exchange, you will swap half a hosta
Jane Zwart
Interlude for a Solitary Flute
What is the age of the couple
Mary Ruefle
It’s the stage of grief where [I become a transparent eyeball]
I become a transparent eyeball. I am nothing. I see all.
Emily Skaja
Sister Dementia Remembers & Phone Booth
Enough of bosom, ass, and pillow—
Nancy Mitchell
Two poems translated from Spanish by Charlotte Stretch
Pasamos delante de las ruinas
Samuel Espinosa Mómox
Two Poems
I could never say anything about my father
Patricia Clark
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