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Mariana Berenice Bredow Vargas (translated from the Spanish by Forrest Gander)
we barely know, who hardly matter to us, words that only hide us from sorrow, forgive me                for saying so, but facing death, there’s just no place                              for dissimulation, and I can’t imagine what...

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Asymptote

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tatiana nascimento (translated from the Portuguese by Natália Affonso)
planning the end of the world, to me, is an Afro-diasporic longing for night becoming day on the roof of your mouth, word apocalypse.

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Ugly Duckling Presse

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Robert Wood Lynn
memory for continuing to be the past with a leak in it somehow I love you a little better every day surprised by it each morning the way I am always surprised by how goats make the sound of drunks making goat noises

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Sixth Finch

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Kim Hyesoon (translated from the Korean by Don Mee Choi)
The inside is life and the outside is death Life is a sealed bag I think that the guardrail bed is flying away...

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New Directions

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M. L. Smoker
All that was left were the springtime faces of mountains, gazing down, their last patches of snow, luminous. I dreamed of becoming snow melt, gliding down the slope of history and into the valley. With the promise, an assurance, that there is always a way to become bird, tree, water again.

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Graywolf Press

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Marie-Andrée Gill (translated from the French by Kristen Renee Miller)
if you are looking for me, I am home or somewhere on Nitassinan; all my doors and windows are open.        I’m heating the outdoors.

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Book*hug Press

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Sasha taqʷšəblu LaPointe
for me to be a real Indian like the ones in the movies I was going to need to buy a pony...

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Milkweed Editions

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Michael Farrell
He lived before there was an air index He chopped up Latin like a pickled vegetable When he walked under a bird they stopped singing like a light...

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Giramondo Publishing

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Hussain Ahmed
We folded the grief in our pockets. The news got to his mama before we got home. I still expect an angel to knock on our door, before the pain slips away, before we decide who wears his clothes.

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Black Ocean

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