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At the perennial exchange
At the perennial exchange, you will swap half a hosta
Jane Zwart
Wolf Wine Bar
Two years ago, maybe even two and a half
Natalka Bilotserkivets
Poem to Circe IV
Ancient bronzes, we reached the sea.
José Manuel Cardona
Che Fai Di Bello
They are burning the fields in
Angie Estes
Jerez translated from Spanish by Susan Ayres
Perhaps his hand was not so cold
Elsa Cross
Zero Plus Anything is a World
Four less one is three.
Jane Hirshfield
SHALL BEAR UPON HIS SHOULDER IN THE TWILIGHT
Reaching from history, that alpenglow, towards the dead whose clothes I wear
G.C. Waldrep
Snow Day, by Jerome Sala
The camera in the other room points and clicks
Jerome Sala
THE WHITE ROAD
I am walking along the dazzling ruin of a road I knew
Daniel Tobin
RODIN, “Hand with Small Torso, Bronze” | Rodin’s “The Cathedral”
In Paris you can see his drawer of hands.
Peter Cooley
The Afterlife
After life, pelicans glide above a shut- down bridge.
Rebecca Lehmann
Ocean Park
Call this landscape abstract if the world’s splendour
Ranjit Hoskote
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