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Eryn Green
We live on             the edge of A raft through             dejection A joy almost             too great To speak...

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Conduit

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Joseph J. Capista
Having seen the osprey grasp then set its fish so that en route from sea to bay prey's eyes face only west...

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Ohio University Press

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Avraham Chalfi (translated from the Hebrew by Atar Hadari)
And the body hurts itself the hurt Of the entire world. Let rain fall. Like a rainy autumn That's awkward as a beast.

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Gemma Gorga (translated from the Catalan by Sharon Dolin)
I ponder it now, while holding this new book in my hands, the words still slick like the feathers of a newly hatched bird.

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Oberlin College Press

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Aria Aber
Each natural passing articulates the unnatural: every aunt has a son who fell, or a daughter who hid in rubble for two years, until that knock of officers holding a bin bag filled with a dress and bones.

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University of Nebraska Press

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Stanley Plumly
I miss the elms, their "crowns of airy dreams," as Virgil calls them, their towering cathedral branching spread into a ceiling above the lonely sidewalks of Ohio where the first elm deaths were reported in America.

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W. W. Norton & Company

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Hera Lindsay Bird
I am bored of making speeches I have to say so many things I don't care about It reminds me of life It reminds me of when you are a cowboy and your hat gets too heavy

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Smith|Doorstop

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Faylita Hicks
left unburied to rot, black girls writhe on asphalt. their shadows seethe & seek out their ancestors. call on papa legba in search of roots. seek a denouement for black girls.

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Acre Books

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Reginald Dwayne Betts
The things that abandon you get remembered different. As precise as the English language can be, with words like penultimate and perseverate, there is not a combination of sounds that describes only that leaving.

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The Paris Review

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Cristina Rivera Garza (translated from the Spanish by Julia Leverone)
Forked, like they say sometimes about the tongue to mean it's full of danger. Unresolved, as they qualify novels sometimes, the ones without happy endings. Fluid, like the Postmodern condition or like life itself.

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Spoon River Poetry Review

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