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Joyce Sutphen

Thinking about something does not make ithappen. I was thinking about calling you, but I didn’t; I was hoping that youwould call me, but the phone never rang. Once, I had the power to will things intobeing. I would dream about you, and you would appear from thousands of miles away;we answered each other before… Continue reading Joyce Sutphen

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James Richardson

Late Aubade after Hardy So what do you think, Life, it seemed pretty good to me, though quiet, I guess, and unspectacular. It’s been so long, I don’t know any more how these things go. I don’t know what it means that we’ve had this time together. I get that the coffee, the sunlight on… Continue reading James Richardson

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Alejandra Pizarnik

I. The powers of language are the solitary ladies who sing, desolate, with this voice of mine that I hear from a distance. And far away, in the black sand, lies a girl heavy with ancestral music. Where is death itself? I have wanted clarity in light of my lack of light. Branches die in… Continue reading Alejandra Pizarnik

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Rachel Hadas

Holding on makes nothing stay. Give things permission to go. Touch with gentleness, release, and rooted objects will break loose, a landslide that gathers speed and leaves a brightness in its wake, a lacy layer of memories like foam lines scribbled on a beach. — Rachel Hadas, from “Piece by Piece,” Gettysburg Review (vol. 32,… Continue reading Rachel Hadas

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William Kistler

strange isn’t it how every day brings us to a place we’ve never been, strange isn’t it, my nearly perfect one, how passionate we once were, almost, I would say, like bread and cheese which cannot bear to part and thus go down the dark throat together. And now it seems we have nothing other… Continue reading William Kistler

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Dawn Lonsinger

the forecast kisses my cheeks             with upheaval, says here it comes and I feel a little tingly, sky darkening to slate, then brightening to white                                      the thrill of undoing and hurdle pouring over our windows cans of soup and wax beans just roll off the shelf                                                 and then it starts—the slow                                    … Continue reading Dawn Lonsinger

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