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Venice is Sinking | Window Shopping
Venice is sinking, Signora. Look –
Helen Bournas-Ney
The Barricade
The barricade measures two meters high and twelve meters wide
Dag T. Straumsvåg
Your Beautiful Mouth
The sun is the sum of one particular age, the moon
Laurie Lamon
Salgado Maranhão’s “Mythic Ground” translated by Alexis Levitin
For the living, this is the ground,
Salgado Maranhão
Across the Wide Missouri
It’s toward the end of the season.
Brian Swann
ELK | RUE MOUFFETARD |
The man who said he could smell the girls ovulating
Leslie Adrienne Miller
Redeye | The Window’s Water
that never sets,
Terese Svoboda
Still Life with Clouds and Eyes on the Prize
Many white ones
Billy Collins
walls | uncertain
one morning
Ute von Funcke
False Darkness
I need the sun to be setting
William Olsen
The Just Measure and Eels
I stay here on the balcony after the rain, peering at the sky of a rocky landscape,
Ioan Flora
Song of The Hoarse Bullhorn Holder
I eviscerated Vince, my prized pig, to calm the churning sea
Jennifer L. Knox
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