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Revelations
Ange Mlinko
‘I think of this when raising my eyes / to a filigreed cross in a sanctuary‘’
sleeping far from home
Soledad Marambio
‘They told her a thrush came into the house / and fell asleep by the TV.’
Somewhere the Wave
Derek Mahon
‘a voice, not quite a voice, in the sea distance / listening to its own thin cetaceous whistle’
Song
Silvina Ocampo
‘Oh, nothing, nothing is mine. / I am like the reflections of a gloomy lake / or the echo of voices at the bottom of a blue / well when it has rained.’
Stripes on My Shirt Like Migratory Birds
Hoa Nguyen
‘ “I got lost in my life” / which may or may not be / misheard.’
Sunday Drive Home
David Masello
‘On the drive down the Taconic, / you sleep, your head sinks then snaps / up when it reaches some reflex angle.’
Tether Tennis
John Kinsella
‘Tryptamine skies and the forehand backhand falter / in earth’s revolutions’
The Adventures of Amit Majmudar
Amit Majmudar
‘Never laid a snare for nothin. / Never caught a bullfrog. Broke / my slingshot wishbone, wishin. / Never had a smoke.’ New poetry from Amit Majmudar.
The Burning of the Rocks
John Kinsella
‘What locked-away / state of unawareness, other life form, / brings desire to combust / out of rock exposed to flame’