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FOR MATS AND LAILA
The Date Line lies motionless between Samoa and Tonga, but the Midnight Line glides across the ocean and islands and rooftops of huts.
Tomas Tranströmer
Downsizing
Hey, maybe the time has come to empty
Amy Gerstler
Thalia
I died with them while they were alive.
Donald Revell
The Names
My student Natasha, who is Greek but is now living in Turkey,
David Kirby
Moss City
City down to the last nuance is moss,
Carol Frost
DINNER AT LYNN AND LINDA’S WITH KEN AND JACK
Dinner tonight with two married gay couples
Jim Daniels
Rilke 5 Translations
Almost like on the last day when the dead tear
Daniel Tobin
False Darkness
I need the sun to be setting
William Olsen
Say You’re Don Giovanni
Say you’re Don Giovanni Giovanni and you make
David Kirby
A Brief Portfolio
Faces pass by like unheard explanations
William Olsen
Undomesticated
The large goose does what it always will,
Gerry LaFemina
That’s How We Met translated by Chenxin Jiang
If only I didn’t have to grow up
Yau Ching
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