Alex Howe selects a weeping-free poem by Stephen Dunn.
By Alex HoweThink you're not a "poetry person"? Alex Howe begs to differ.
By Alex HoweThe body can process and possess the dark
By Joshua Daniel EdwinPoolside, an ocean’s distance from the coast / and village where I met you, learned the weight / of bagged cement, the reek of palm oil stirred / by children sweating
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