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Increasingly, the “true voice of feeling” is the one you discover with an inspired, if sometimes accidental click.
Editor’s note: Boston Review first published this poem from Claudia Rankine’s That Were Once
No one yet has ever chosen misery
Those that seem to have done so
Haven’t any more than they
Geoffrey G. O'Brien
To be very young and beached on a couch.
Describe this feeling as rubber,
warm to the
I love taking trains, particularly Soul Trains, and the Amtrak ride from Chicago to New York City
Thomas Sayers Ellis
MILK the dog and walk the cow.
I’ll bet you twenty-five cents.
A courtly old demon, kind to
THE poems in that book suck bug nuts.
I believe you know the drill.
I must find the woman
WHO is as the wise man? and who knoweth the interpretation of a thing?
Margaret’s mother was
I take place in the picosecond with the frequency of light
When all the leaves fell
the wasp nest hung in its gray paper,
bobbing in the empty
To marry Alison, Robert, will be to haul water
from a deep well for the rest of your
“I is to they / as river is to barge,” writes Elizabeth Willis in the opening lines
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Julie C. Suk
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David McDermott Hughes
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