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it’s so silent here It’s so silent here

the way the sun comes in feels like family.

— C. M. Keehl, from “This Possibility Goes on Forever,” published in Wohe

[lifeinpoetry]

The way grief is really about future absence.

— Victoria Chang, from “Obit,” published in Guernica

[lifeinpoetry]

It seems easy to leave. It seems this easy to leave. After a second you’ll want to consider the centimeters of resistance stitching air between here and all of elsewhere. But, still, inhabit the bodiless second. To possess it is unbearable joy.

— Justin Phillip Reed, from “On Self-Reliance,” Indecency

[lifeinpoetry]

this is desire— a wave in the afternoon in a room without

windows.

— Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick, from “I Hear Cantering,” published in Luna Luna

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“The sudden thunder Startles the magnolias To a deeper white”

— Richard Wright, from Haiku: This Other World, eds. Yoshinobu Hakutani and Robert L. Tener (Arcade Publishing, 1998)

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