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Day as in backwards
Ralph Angel
The Arithmetic Teacher Living in Six Meticulous Fields of Sweet
I thought I heard outdoors
Norman Dubie
SOME FAITH
God we need rain. And white flowers.
Barbara Ras
Bodies on the Margins
The artist understands blood; or rather
Kwame Dawes
Gun Notes
This man and I softly discussed hunting
David Huddle
Alone at the New Year
An instant of awe, then, afterwards,
Donald Revell
From Blue as White (The Book of Margins) by Helga Landauer-Olshvang |
Get out alive – spine, spleen, whole
Helga Landauer-Olshvang
This Moment
You know when darkness seems to pour
Ron Smith
Weather Report
These white stripes of day achieve
Grace Cavalieri
From Rainer Maria Rilke’s Die Sonette an Orpheus / The Sonnets to Orpheus translated from German by John Rosenwald
O fountain-mouth, you gift-giver, you mouth
Rainer Maria Rilke
Code
At last it's just me and the alphabet.
Tom Sleigh
Little Pea: A Brief Portfolio
Sometimes I think I shouldn’t write about my past.
Nin Andrews
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