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Spam Risk
It was always a risk.
Carol Muske-Dukes
ABC Minors
Painted in oils on wood, the entire composition
Linda Bierds
Some Answers
No, I will not change.
Martha Silano
Mid-March
If, when I sit here in my study
Stewart Moss
Hostile Takeover
Cheeks puffed, she’s looking up at a horizontal
Alan Shapiro
Sicily, 1992
Etna’s lava shone against the gloom,
Sydney Lea
Voicegrass and Incantation…translated from the Swedish by Bradley Harmon
the word the night bore
Katarina Frostenson
Houses
Under the cold light of the chintzy white crown chandelier, I’d lean one upright card again
Alan Shapiro
Madonna in Blue
An aneurism in the sun, a gravity-wave.
Richard Kenney
Two Poems translated from Swedish by Robert Hedin
We met Ogden Armour’s yacht
Harry Martinson
Autobiography and Primo
long before I wanted a drink I wanted a drink and it’s been
Alexander Long
Antonio Gamoneda, from Book of the Cold (World Poetry Books, May 2022) translated from Spanish by Katherine M. Hedeen and Víctor Rodríguez Núñez
You smell the wet linens, your acids.
Antonio Gamoneda
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