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Bird of Fire
Rowan Ricardo Phillips
‘No more, no longer the sweet difference / Between real and dream I knew.’
Rain at Three
Tishani Doshi
‘Rain at three splits the bed in half, / cracks at windows like horsemen blistering / through a century of hibernation.’
Crusoe
Salman Rushdie
‘Let me tell you, boyo, bach: I love this place, where green hills shelter me from fear.’
Midnight on Lake Michigan
Diego Báez
‘But really, your disappearance / has never been a question of whether.’
Never did amount to anything
Dorothea Lasky
‘Hi there, dear sister, I’m sad / But here to tell you / That you never did amount to anything’