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The Last Orgasm
Sometimes I think of the innocent live
Nin Andrews
Anthropocene
Nesting, the turtle seems to be crying even though she is simply
Nomi Stone
Three poems by Nadia Mifsud translated from Maltese by Miriam Calleja
abracadabresque this silence spreading sorrow
Nadia Mifsud
Imaginary Conversation | In the Orchard
You tell me to live each day
Linda Pastan
THE HEAD TRANSPLANT
They walk in and out of the room,
Marianne Boruch
Birds in the Night
The French government, or was it the English government,
Luis Cernuda
Testimony of an Armless Man
I lost my arms in a farming accident, but later found I’d grown phantom limbs. There were many things I
Dara Elerath
FREE VERSE
Small woods upon an incline
Donald Revell
On My Diagnosis of Pulsatile Tinnitus
Ever since I started hearing my heart
Jessica Goodfellow
Travel Light
By all means take my suitcase, which now again
Pia Tafdrup
A Brief Portfolio
I said goodbye to a friend who left a hole filled
Bruce Bond
Shaft of Light
Smile behind the lips
Hélène Cardona
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