The Fallacy of Misplaced Concreteness

Maitreyabandhu
Forgive this. Forgive my foolishness. Bless me as you once did, 'now and always'. For March light is entering your room and April light and May light, and soon the summer weather will kindle Pseudo-Dionysius, Thom Gunn, The Life of Proclus.
from the journal PN Review

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Emily Tuszynska on "Floodplain"
Photo: Emily Tuszynska
Emily Tuszynska
we walked and rested and walked again bowing                                                                 then kneeling to each contraction as it came                                                                 some bright bit of blue                                                                 caught on the far bank without panic I felt each crest carry me farther away from you
A. D. Lauren-Abunassar
Suppose          I have lost that false             start. Gone plunging my         hands in confession:              It's been years      since I fell in         love with the light of an ocean.

Who

Kevin Killian
His body, in state, or tumbled through a rinse cycle drying in the feathery wind lint on your net, your intersticed net, who I loved so long but not enough
Ariana Benson
Come, while the billows surge, the froth soft and warm. While foul minds lie blank. A body of water is, in the end, but a field in which you cannot be shackled. Know yourselves, now, as but souls clothed in skin, saying I do in refusal, as one above the arched break.
William Letford
Heard a noise from the forest and dropped into a crouch Imagined an empathy zombie Slevering kindness

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