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Mirror of the Invisible World
The crown of a milk tooth in a curve of jaw
Kelle Groom
It Will Start One Day
you know, it will start one day, the ebb
Dmitry Blizniuk
WINDOWS (after Baudelaire)
You never see as much in an open window as you will looking at it when it’s closed.
J.T. Barbarese
The City translated by Kaveh Bassiri
I dream the city is flying in an airplane
Fereshteh Sari
Nursing Home
She had dreams fifty years ago
Vijay Seshadri
EVERY MAP IS AN ISLAND
I turned away from the paper
Wayne Miller
Remembering Lethe
Yesterday, a friend reached out:
Brian Culhane
YOUR PROBABILITY AMPLITUDE | A fragment from The Llatease of Homey, from a recently discovered Mycenaean text.
I glance and
Larissa Shmailo
Poem of the Quotidian
Night falls so swiftly in this part of town
Ruy Belo
Why I Hate Nudist Camps
Wayne had already flung off his t-shirt, pulled off his black Khakis to set up our tent—I can work faster if I'm naked
Dzvinia Orlowsky
One of a Series
My daughter sees the sky from another angle, slate-blue reflected in a lake called living.
Joni Wallace
Monk’s Eye, #20
Of all rhythms he found day and night
Cees Nooteboom
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