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Personal Life | I, Too, Arrived Here in the End | Godard
The universe is vast and boundless
Hsia Yü
Ode to Disarmament
I am fairly sure that the leafhopper
John Kinsella
The World As Sound
I didn’t speak until I was five
Michael Simms
A Place
As a foreigner, I wasted a lot of energy
Bob Hicok
Trudy Cooks Fish and The General
The fish seemed fresh that night, as if they’d been caught off the coast near Zanzibar
Marc Vincenz
My Lovely Garonne
Because every tenth poem or so the poet described
Jessica Greenbaum
Litterature
I am pleased
Robert Nazarene
Hail to Thee,
I write, my wrist nodding
Angie Estes
Home Life
I was sitting still in an armchair
Billy Collins
Black Apples & Landing
Dropping to the red earth, these, the night bearing
Page Hill Starzinger
Ambition
Four in the morning,
Simon Armintage
It was never he, | One might say I’ve fulfilled the miserable obligation of constructing myself.
It was never he,
Santiago Vizcaíno
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