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Letter to My Almost Former House
It’s true, I’m getting ready to leave you.
Theresa Burns
Shoulder
She flies south to visit me
Chelsea Wagenaar
PASSING
They lay the old woman in the back seat of a car,
T.R. Hummer
A Canticle Rehearsal in The Temple and The Waters Do Not Return, Even to Meribà
Oh, I am tired of my land,
Salvador Espriu
Cling of the World
What could it mean
Annie Kantar
Debris
I love those spirits
Lola Ridge
Passing Royalty and Dostadning: Beginner’s Translation
I’m sorry I didn’t comprehend sooner how threatening
Patricia Clark
Paradise
Our little vacation town in Spain is packed. The driving, slow. Things have changed
Denise Duhamel
First Wedding
It was one of those days when not even the bland sun
Diane K. Martin
Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)
i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the
Campbell McGrath
After Callimachus
Goddess of parturition, listen when Cleo
Stephanie Burt
Post-
Clenching, unclenching her thin white fingers,
Annie Kim
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