By Luke Allan
1. This morning the nurse tested me for allergies. She said she’d test for “known allergies,” which …
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- By Ann-Margaret LimEvery day is perfect, if
when you wake, you hear birds
in the garden, in the yard. Birds
up and down, ushering… - By Dorothea LaskyIn every rose there is the scent of death
I thought I was one of them
But I’m not and I’ve never been
Who… - By Paula BohinceAgain, an ousted child or orphan happens onto a den.
It happens then. Invitation by faun or badger to… - By Aaron ShurinThe gates, the gardens, the windows, the sky, the ledge of bricks, the fallen leaves, the porch where…
- By Rickey LaurentiisWhat I have done is created
History, exquisite manuscripts
With angering blame.
What I have done is… - By Nakahara ChūyaTranslated By Jeffrey AnglesOn this bit of soiled sadness
The flurries fall again today
Through this bit of soiled sadness
The wind… - By Jacques J. RancourtI dressed as a stag: headpiece
of antlers, fabric flowers
hot-glued to a harness, my ass
hanging out of… - By bruno daríoNi un día más allá la maleza cubrirá nuestros monumentos. La arquitectura reemplazada por otra furiosa…
- By bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterBefore even one day has passed in the beyond, the weeds will cover our monuments. Our architecture …
- By Jane ZwartWhen death comes, final and novel—
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting… - By Nakahara Chūya汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も小雪の降りかかる
汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も風さへ吹きすぎる
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
たとへば狐の革裘
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
小雪のかかつてちぢこまる
汚れつ… - By Rowan Wilde RiggsA ball of yarn is attempting to unravel my wits.
It rolls over vistas that trample our view of each … - By Lauren RussellHammock dumping
you onto bruised
grasses, frayed
thoughts droop
sideways, hammering
morning. Slipper-
footed… - By Zhang XianTranslated By Shangyang Fangto the tune “mu lan hua: magnolia”
After tonight, what’s left of you is you
moving into my dream. Outside… - By Zhang Xian相离徒有相逢梦。门外马蹄尘已动。
怨歌留待醉时听，远⽬不堪空际送。
今宵风⽉知谁共。声咽琵琶槽上凤。
⼈⽣⽆物⽐多情，江⽔不深⼭不重。 - By Omotara JamesWhen Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one… - By Heidi WilliamsonYou’re fifteen and nowhere in a town on the edge of pitiful lands stripped of fruit. The burger van’…
- By Daniel HalpernThe redolence of rose and new road.
The attar of grass, recently cut.
The fish-whiff of anchovy.
The spinning… - By Dan Beachy-QuickI created more loss where I meant to make less.
Created more debt where I meant to make depth.
Created…