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Jill Alexander Essbaum : What Isn’t Mine
Nate Klug :
to conjure
and then to keepslow dirty sleet
Occasionally William Logan creates something that sounds the way the thing he describes feels and I like it : In the Gallery of the Ordinary
One of the best poems I’ve read all year long, Valzhyna Mort : Jean-Paul Belmondo
Daryl Hine : a selection from “&: A Serial Poem”, I look forward to reading the rest
Amy Beeder :
Because our waiters are hopeless romantics
the plates are broken after just one meal


