Jennifer Moore

    When sunlight becomes an object, my echo creates a hole in sound: a thousand doors, many handshakes of air. Like the snapping...
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Wang Ping

Define pain: a lonely ghost / A thousand cuts into the heart / A beast chews off the limb to get off the trap

Sasha West

Failure says his ancestors / have owned that property for years. / If you watch it, he says, you can see / their ideas moving beneath it

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