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TWELFTH STREET BY MICHAEL H. LEVIN

When I was twelve a hurdler was my hero. He was sixteen had ripple abs a brush cut vertical without hair wax eyes yellow and indifferent as a cat’s. His girl (bulging striped tube tops) was long on giggles and lipstick before...

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KISSING, WITH BRACES BY MICHAEL H. LEVIN

(1957) There was a trick to it I mostly learned before the razored metal bands came off and I could drive. A girl named Adrienne proposed, if she and I each cocked our heads just so (neck cricks or creaks not in the picture...

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Un Sogno Solito, Translation by Wally Swist

from L’Allegria by Giuseppe Ungaretti Parigi – Milano 1919 Il Nilo ombrato le belle brune vestite d’acqua burlanti il treno Fuggiti   A HABITUAL DREAM Beside the shadowy Nile those beautiful brunettes sequined in water...

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Ironia, Translation by Wally Swist

from L’Allegria by Giuseppe Ungaretti Parigi – Milano 1919 Odo a primavera nei rami neri indolenziti. Si puo sequire solo a aqest’ora, passandotra le case soli con I propri pensieri. E l’ora delle finsestre chiuse, ma aquesta...

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Ritorno, Translation by Wally Swist

from L’Allegria by Giuseppe Ungaretti Parigi – Milano 1919 Trinano le cose un’estesa monotonia di assenze Ora e un pallid involucro L’assurro scuro delle profondita si e franto Ora e un arido manto   RETURN Things are...

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RUSH HOUR BY EMILY-SUE SLOANE

crowds converge on the city by the thousands hour after morning hour, they track past littered woods and fences corralling patios and pools into neat suburban rectangles that flicker off before the mind can fully grasp their...

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AUGUST 21ST, 2021: A SONNET BY ANNIKA BAJAJ

As I stand on the brink of future’s glow My fortune is uncertain as my heart. No matter what I do or say, the flow Of time’s sweet water never stops or starts. I wait upon the shore and drink the air; It tastes of terror, woe,...

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WEST RIM BY SHERRILL ALESIAK

I descend from neither the North nor South Rims of the Canyon, but from the west, through Hualapai holdings. Without benefit of burro or boots, I barge in by SUV to picnic on a blanket of talus while the Colorado quietly erodes...

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A SMILE BEFORE A TEAR ROBERT JAMES CONÉ

When I think of my passing days, a smile comes before a tear. Of the people I’ve lost, of the friends I’ve found, each is a balloon ready to be released—to go aloft— over my head until it disappears. Yet I hold them fast—by...

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