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Were We So Fragile?
What promises didn’t you deliver, beautiful Life!
René Char
A ROMANCE | DOUBLED MIDDAY
A creature without definite feelings. Better so.
Shamshad Abdullaev
What If a House Could Draw its Own Blueprints? and The Decision
The house grows wild, floats
Susan Rich
The Ant’s Plunder
When I stuck out my hand to grab the iron door handle, a hidden ant attacked my right
Xi Chuan
flail, snap, struggle & These Long Afternoons
strangle, some eaten out by an infestation
Jill Bialosky
Bear and the Crows
So many in the winter trees they caw
David Huddle
Uncle Yehuda Sharvit Between Marrakesh and Draa
When my uncle Yehuda got drunk
Erez Bitton
AT THE SLEEP CLINIC
I sat in the parking lot of the sleep clinic
Chard deNiord
Thetis
We see her through her element, not
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
Fatherless Daughters
In Springtime, abandoned daughters burst like myopic butterflies with binoculars
Meg Pokrass
The Old Pythagorean | Wish You Were Here
The Scottish sheep farmer John Williamson espoused the Pythagorean doctrine of metempsychosis, which held that
Rachel Careau
“Summer with Monika” translated from Polish by Scotia Gilroy
we spent the days lying on the hot asphalt, fleeing
Urszula Honek
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