by Gene Twaronite
All the dresses
in the store look
made for people who
never have to worry
if they’ll fit.
by Gene Twaronite
All the dresses
in the store look
made for people who
never have to worry
if they’ll fit.
by Joseph Stanton
1. Prologue
Honeycreepers speciated,
theory has it,
from an irruption of rose finches
wind-driven to these islands
four-million years ago,
give or take a million years.
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by Peter Marcus
A crone standing inside a bamboo kiosk, stirs arroz caldo.
Only faint electric light on the back roads in the Palawan
pre-dawn from the few garages vulcanizing rubber lit
by dim fluorescent tubes. A florid scent unfurls across
the valley and you know yourself as fortunate being
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by Mitsuko Takayasu
(translated by Toshiya Kamei)
Vermeer blue
hydrangeas in bloom
are infinitely gentle mirrors on the water surface.
A rainbow after the rain stretches
across the blue sky above me.
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