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On the Things I Did at the End of the World

Beatriz Rocha
Translated by Grant Schutzman

“I went to a used-bookstore and spent exactly 222 reais
(on 14 books, 2 I’d already read, by Chico Buarque)
I went to a beach down South
I kissed a trumpeter with
a cute freckle at a party”

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thunderclouds

Lorelei Bacht

“how bright the air that expands and

contracts between bodies. questions
of sands and lunar tides. we count”

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Moon Talk

Steve Davenport

“Here on the moon things are boring.
Gray as dumbbells or November,
as snow chains or the machete
I forgot at home. Never mind”

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Excerpts from “Hehasnoname”

Sharron Hass
Translated by Marcela Sulak

“these are not lines of poetry
the poem is soaked in darkness
it moves along the tracks on the other side of words
and it screeches. I hear the screeching.”

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Lost Creek Cave

Anna B. Sutton

“The open mouth of it all. I tried
to enter, but decided against it”

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I Cloud the Moon

Lisa Williams

“I cloud the moon. All’s condescension,
my thought of what you are becomes”

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You Is Not the Room

Lisa Williams

“You is not the room you thought it was,
capacious room for swearing, rambling,
turning, stomping the walls and floors.”

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Sunday in the Woods

Benjamin Niespodziany

“Her cloak is earth and science. His skin is myth and bear. In each of her pockets, she keeps leaves, seeds, stems, friends. He has no pockets and this makes him sad.”

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Scent of Wood

Adhimas Prasetyo
Translated by Liswindio Apendicaesar

“so much of drizzle at that dark night, / when the cold and my fingers were fighting to crawl
at your nape hair.”

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After Jazz Ends

Adhimas Prasetyo
Translated by Liswindio Apendicaesar

“you feel like a part of you is left inside jazz. you find another part that is reading this poem.”

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Before the Jazz Ends

Adhimas Prasetyo
Translated by Liswindio Apendicaesar

“before the jazz ends, you imagine a piece of night slowing down.”

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Rebirth

Tamiko Dooley

“You pulled a violet crown-of-thorns out of the sea in Okinawa”

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shelf life

Shin Yu Pai

“when my son’s cough / lingers, I feed him spoonfuls”

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marble chunk

Shin Yu Pai

“it rested in a parking lot in North Seattle / the unhewn hunk of quarried stone touched”

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Mine

Brian Henry

“Even your gaze runs / no risk of falling.”

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Thralls

Kevin McIlvoy

“Why don’t you make a little poem of your self-pity?”

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i once was a witch

Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi

“They carry a little flame inside they do / To say their name takes a little fire

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Epigenetics

Diti Ronen
Translated by Joanna Chen

“A cold wind is also a voice / and distant music / a man turning over in his sleep / dreaming of home.”

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First we are lost

Peter Grandbois

the yellow jackets buzz about the yard
more and more I find it difficult to go on

my son hit their nest with the lawnmower
days churn through patterns of heat and dust

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My character

Valerie Coulton

My character never slept in the street by the Chinese gate.

My character had inconsistent handwriting and a scribbled signature, like a hieroglyph.

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mistakes, a bracelet

Valerie Coulton

red & red’s friends
walk into a bar
this was when bars were still open
you know
but that’s not really important
or maybe it’s kind of important

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Mary Oliver Is Dead

Kristin Fogdall

and I want to know
did she ever watch the gulls at Race Point hang
on nothing but invention,
moving a little up,
a little down,
strung on thread,

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love poem

Edward Smallfield

a quantum
of color
season &
what little

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when does a body

alyssa hanna

i heard the nazis studied the stars.
i heard they asked twin children
their favorite constellations
and they all picked gemini.
when they got bored they decided

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Bind yourself to us with your impossible voice, your voice! sole soother of this vile despair.

—Arthur Rimbaud, “Phrases

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