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IN PROFILE
Words hung into silence
Sylva Fischerová
Vega
On my bed in late afternoon I am listening
Brian Swann
A Few Years After a Death
Toward sunfall, when I begin to count
Peter Cooley
knell & i object i object i object
the chit-a’click-chit of a squirrel
Jay Hopler
God-Box
They give us a white cube, a paper box,
Mark Doty
THE ABDUCTION | INSIGHT | THE FOUNTAIN
The falcon, which he’s just bought, at his cheek,
Kuno Raeber
Mouth & Nomadic Reverie
Molar: a grinding tooth at the back of a mammal’s mouth.
Cynthia Cruz
St. Rose of Lima
Lips weary with chapped hallelujahs,
Tiana Nobile
New Music: Antlia and Aquarius, from OF THE NEAR AND FAR
I’ve always been captivated by the night sky, endlessly wondering about what lies beyond.
Patricia Brennan
Notes on an Illness in Spain & the grist of gratitude is like ingratitude
The sinuous ripple of a well-broken in fan, a soft hand
Kim Garcia
Three Dances | Early Warning System
In North Carolina
Amit Majmudar
Your Brother’s Face
You believe your brother will come down
Christopher Howell
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