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Rubbish Heap translated by Sasha Dugdale
I haven’t the strength to sing of you, resplendent rubbish heap!
Elena Shvarts
SQUANDERED MOONS
Probes on TV tell the tale of their
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
A MORAL VICTORY IS STILL A DEFEAT
It was late in the year and late in the day,
Jay Hopler
Sestina
The time is naturally over. It is another morning. Lie
Leah Umansky
Heard in Claesz
Decanting like the lees
Hoyt Rogers
Perspective and Day Sex Ode
I have often confused the expression center of gravity, first
Kathy Fagan
What is Love in Tennis, and What is Love | Nude from Here to Eternity
If there’s personality in how you jump, then I wonder about
Dorothy Chan
LIGHT OF THE MOON, PATRIMONY, AN UNWANTED LIGHT
We listened as a pair of owls rousted
Robert Wrigley
What Was Left Out
was the skirt my sister bought with the prize money
Elizabeth Weaver
She said she saw, Maya Lin and At night, I tried
She said she saw her own veins
Christina Pugh
Unrest or What the French Horn Can Teach You
To master the French Horn, you need lips of steel
Karen Paul Holmes
Pathetic Fallacy
Jog through this suburb at a blue hour
Major Jackson
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