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SOLILOQUY OF A TORNADO IN THE DISTANCE
I knew a girl once
Bruce Bond
The Madness of Crowds
Long thought wrongly to be Turkish for turban
Amy Beeder
Yes
Yes, all things of water and our days rounded with light, yes,
Mark Irwin
Like Warm Ice Cubes
A father is like warm
Bruce Beasley
Dear Meat
What's your point?
Andrei Codrescu
Rue Delambre
As soon as the plane takes off the city
Pui Ying Wong
I Like to Tuck a Leaf
of some bright hue, say burgundy mauve,
Patricia Clark
BIRD
I lived between the hemisphere of songbirds and the hemisphere
Bruce Smith
The Names
My student Natasha, who is Greek but is now living in Turkey,
David Kirby
Two poems by Louis-Philippe Dalembert translated from French by Nancy Naomi Carlson
dune of a beauty
Louis-Philippe Dalembert
To Manuel Bandeira | To Hilda Hilst | To Adélia Prado
The girls are still a d o r a b l e
Flávia Rocha
Vermeer in Greenlandic Norse
We were stopped in the gallery’s cool
Tim Liardet
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