By Michael Robins
I dreamed you called without reason, picking up where we left the
water months ago. Origins without âŠ
water months ago. Origins without âŠ
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- By Asha Futtermanmy hands are still my hands
like my grandfatherâs hands
are his hands and they
are on the window
attached⊠- By Jim Johnstoneis just a garden, really.
A plot of land where you might reach down
to touch the snow
and crystallize.
⊠- By Kim OkTranslated By Ryan Choii
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a short but elegiac,
pained
melodyâ for long discarded
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ê³ ìí⊠- By Kevin YoungOnce, in winter, I was blessed
by lightning, the plane
sudden struckâthe boom
of it, the cabin lit ⊠- By Michael RobinsHere before the sun rises, I find it difficult to make the words, to lean
forward three years after your⊠- By Frank X. WalkerI learn today that mama,
being property,
was massa's investment. That taken all together,
the only thing⊠- 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 Iâm not and Iâve 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 ofâ bricks, the fallen leaves, the porch whereâŠ
- 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 darÃoNi un dÃa más allá la maleza cubrirá nuestros monumentos. La arquitectura reemplazada por otra furiosaâŠ
- By bruno darÃoTranslated By Kit SchluterBefore even one day has passed in the beyond, the weeds will cover our monuments. Our architecture âŠ
- By Jane ZwartWhen death comes, final and novelâ
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting⊠- By Luke Allan1. This morning the nurse tested me for allergies. She said sheâd test for âknown allergies,â which âŠ
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