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Ghassan Zaqtan

‘Nothing’s left to say between us / everything went / into the train that hid its whistle.’

Two Poems

Eric Anderson

‘Wanting to get it all in, like / Xerxes tipping his army’s arrows / with saltpeter / so to ignite the Grecian sky.’

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John Burnside

'the trees / are slender in the way that things / are almost, though not quite / absent'

A Description of the Architectural Impact of My Home, Age 7

Saïd Sayrafiezadeh

‘my apartment is neither over / nor under the sidewalk, / but both at once’