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Lines by Dana Gioia :

Pity the faded,
the bloated, the blowsy,
the paunchy Adonis
whose luck’s gone lousy.

and by Franz Wright: “Ceaseless blue lightning, this/ love passing through me”

Two dark poems on death that challenge the dark by Sophie Cabot Black : The One Turn That Makes the New World and Dominion Over the Larger Animals

Malachi Black continues to be one of the best parts of Poetry Magazine : from Quarantine

Lines from Sarah Lindsay : “it was a fall from no great height-/ merely, the height of herself”

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  • Guess who's got two thumbs, just bought a Captain America shirt, but is too embarrassed to admit it? I. Don't. Know. 2 hours ago
  • Think I'm gonna tweet jokes some more. Which is the hipster version of the hillbilly's "Hey y'all watch this!" 7 hours ago
  • The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was making us believe superhero films could be realistic. 9 months ago
  • Ugh, I just heard a store playing some Cyber Monday music. 9 months ago
  • "You get a flower girl. You get a flower girl. Ever Bah Dee Gets Sa Flowah Gaaaarl" -weddings these days 9 months ago

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