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Mr. Blake’s Skin Don’t Dirt
Because the vanishing point hovers
Maurice Manning
Self-Portrait to Be Used in Meditation | 22 | Chesty Morgan and Her Crazy-Ass Titties
I have a live owl in my mouth instead of words;
Krzysztof Jaworski
A SHOUT FROM THE DARK
If like a Buddhist I accepted the world
Pui Ying Wong
FISHERMAN, 50 B.C.
What else would I do on the river
Benno Barnard
Paramouria & You Do What You’re Good At
You know (you think), and then
Ralph Culver
Two Fat Braids Crossed at the Crown
Mishearing you holding out the gadget plug,
Arielle Greenberg
Willem Van de Velde the Younger, Ships in a Gale (1660) and Matsumura Goshun, Crab (late 18th century)
The storm dissolves the difference between wave,
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
THE COMPLETE LIST OF EVERYTHING
Plow blade excavated from a tomb
Eric Pankey
Three Poems
came, still in her cremation box, when we threw her
Elena Karina Byrne
The End
Whatever is coming is the end, but not really.
Rebecca Lehmann
Two Poems translated by Connie Voisine
Words here carry the scent of snow,
Patron Henekou
A Brief Portfolio: Heaney in an Irish Pub & Other Poems
Heaney in an Irish Pub, Washington, DC, Hunger, In the Bishop's Garden: Hide and Seek and Lost in China
Sandy Solomon
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