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• Summer Is Sweet and Long 

  Budapest, 2006 Summer is sweet and long, the evening a jingling bicycle bell: Here I come . It is hours yet till dark. It is decades since the...

  06/22/09 by Geri Doran · More from publication

• Darkly 

  for Dave Smith The moss never falls. However gray, it hangs like shirts left to weather and rag over the road and the dead-end rail and in all the...

  06/22/09 by Jake Adam York · More from publication

• Homochitto 

  for Charles Eddie Moore and Henry Hezekiah Dee southwest Mississippi In what language did it mean the river, this tongue of rust that gives the...

  06/22/09 by Jake Adam York · More from publication

• The Formalists 

  Our father he worked in factories, he believed in automobiles, he lined us up like garden implements against the white wall of the garage, Rebecca,...

  06/22/09 by Josh Wallaert · More from publication

• Cosmonauts Have Nine Lives, Too 

  Cosmonauts have nine lives, too. That is why we launch ourselves farther and faster, canvassing a galaxy full of stars to explore, constellations...

  06/22/09 by Rhett Iseman Trull · More from publication

• I Was Thinking of Beauty 

  for Gregory Wolfe I surrender myself to Charles Mingus. I'm spinning Tijuana Moods on my obsolete record machine, sitting quiet as I sat last...

  06/22/09 by Sydney Lea · More from publication

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