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Bianca Burning
C.K. Williams
‘The sexual terror lions are roaring into my ears as I make my way between their cages’
Don’t Flinch
Adrienne Rich
‘Lichen-green lines of shingle pulsate and waver / when you lift your eyes. It’s the glare.’
A poem by Adrienne Rich.
In the Village
Derek Walcott
‘I came up out of the subway and there were / people standing on the steps as if they knew / something I didn’t.’
Midnight on Lake Michigan
Diego Báez
‘But really, your disappearance / has never been a question of whether.’
Two-Part Inventions
Anne Winters
‘The same way Bach’s motive splays out to the right, / swoons flatly, swans it, footnotes, follows up, / talks to itself, purls, mutters, dawdles, resumes. . .’
Three Poems
Katha Pollitt
‘Nobody wanted to hear / about the rain or its father / or leviathan slicing the deeps / at the black edge of the world / under the cold blue light of the Pleiades.’
