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Irene Cunningham – “Indirect Requests”

INDIRECT REQUESTS When the dead bring themselves to walk with you, and your glance is a pendulum, it’s hard to move forward without a sailor’s gait. You know there’s an ocean beneath your feet that the swell could drown out words, breath, but you want that company to dance again, reach to catch up with Read More

Diana Devlin – “An Emperor Penguin in Summer”

An Emperor Penguin in Summer   The Emperor’s wardrobe is expanding, he spouts new retro designs. The crowds go wild with wonder at his literary lines. Old words, new ears, expletives to allay our fears: he isn’t past it yet – just resting. Read More