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There are dead children all over and under this earth
Leslie Harrison
Alone at the New Year
An instant of awe, then, afterwards,
Donald Revell
Calendar
Some people, after the day
Andrea Cohen
Somewhere in Eastern Europe
It was the year the townsfolk
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
Consecration of the Wolves I and IV
For now, I will await
Salgado Maranhão
Death of God
Bituminous was so soft, so much like dust
Gerald Stern
Missing
If I told you simply that the bed in the Baptist Hospital
Carl Dennis
Soul Mate
When I was a girl, I had a dirty soul.
Nin Andrews
Oak Leaves as Young Musicians and Longing
Frosted-glass window lit orange.
Ashley Mabbitt
Against Surrealism | Anima
The human heart weighs ten ounces, but I don’t know if it can float. I don’t suppose it makes sense to say I feel like
Christopher Kennedy
August City Night & Love in Kyiv
stifles, thick stream
Natalka Bilotserkivets
mother of stains
a mother made of three buttons from three different sweaters
William Lessard
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