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Alice Oswald
Last thing each night, go out for the moon.Pull on old coat, shut garden gate.Roll up old sleeves. Swing arms. Poor soul.
Charles Simic
You were a witnessTo so many crimesIn your lifetime, my friend,
Gordon Lonethunder
I can’t see it from this side of our window. In any case I don’t know what you’re talking about. A snuff of kettle’d tea in the kitchen.
Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
In Rome last summer I learnedthat there are seven varieties of apricots,that they are distinguished not only
Terrance Hayes
American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin Probably, ghosts are allergic to us. Our uproarious
Layli Long Soldier
I’m so wound. With built up key stroke, dog bite and growl.Wind slides through New Mexican brilliant whitegreyclouds. Spring. Early morning five-minute drive to school. I drop
Diana Nguyen
1There is a house in me. It is empty. I empty it.
Justin Phillip Reed
what is the word for the realization that your language never loved you? you are a red thing / scattered, sad map of sacrificial fires                   nightly appealing where is that word?
Rae Armantrout
Object At a stately pace,
Maya Catherine Popa
Aristotle organized the living world into animals and plants. That      was the easy part.