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by Sergio Badilla Castillo Something made Vallejo afraid in public places, on the side streets adjoining the Jardin de Luxembourg / in ’20s Paris

by David Cope white dawnlight thru my windows, thru fronds of cycad & spathphylum — fierce light after months of storm & sigh, turning

by David Cope unspoken sorrow of upturned faces, crowds on Michigan Avenue scurrying, whispering their quick talk staving off the night —

by Victoria Surliuga A woman: dressed in black, sitting on a rock, exhausted from the heat, counts the grains of sand fallen from her lap. She

by Alessandro Carrera Take the act of grasping for example. It is a gesture the enclosure of the soul does not explain. No desire arises that

by Mark Terrill The broken mirror above the cracked sink in the cheap hotel room in the ancient harbor on the other side of the island seems to

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