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A Catalogue
You wrote me a letter in a very fast hand
Max Winter
Wolf Wine Bar
Two years ago, maybe even two and a half
Natalka Bilotserkivets
Three Poems
Lavishly robed and turbaned, the palmist
Robert Wrigley
Three Poems
I remember a ditch of cattails, learning their names. How they rose by the bridge
Jane Springer
DIEU! QU’IL LA FAIT & ON THE RIVERLINE
Would it be cheating
J.T. Barbarese
Writing Under the Influence of Me
It means I drop things, and I keep turning
Tony Hoagland
Mindfulness Training in La Jolla
That summer of Pokémon-go,
Carol Moldaw
In My Thorn Dream | In my Path Dream
The thing is the delicacy
Robin Behn
Vortex Street
I tied my hands behind me so I won’t hurt you.
Page Hill Starzinger
SENTIMENTAL CONVERSATION
In an ancient park, isolated and icy,
Lloyd Schwartz
Confession Therapy and Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT)
One summer, as I was cleaning out the grooves in my palm, I was living in a monastery.
Duy Đoàn
from The Violet Blood of the Amethyst
An exceptionally unhappy heart.
Louis Calaferte
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