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Kaveh Akbar

I hear crickets chirp and think of my weaker heart, the tiny one sewn behind the one that beats. It lives there made entirely of watery pink light, flapping at dawn like a baby’s cheek. —Kaveh Akbar, from “Exciting the Canvas,” Calling a Wolf a Wolf (Alice James Book, 2017) Advertisements

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Mahvash Mossaed

The poets stand in the rain. They wear no raincoats. They have no umbrellas. They are discussing the shadow of a shadow of a shadow. But their poetry is already soaking wet— They have not developed their reality muscles So they walk with a limp while admiring the color of a vein in a leaf.… Continue reading Mahvash Mossaed

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