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^{translated from the Ojibwe by the author}

At the threshold
of melancholy
is a voice barely heard

a light wrapped in fog
and a piece of steel
longing for flint.

Strike it.

Gashkikanokaaning
apii gashkenindaman
agaawaa bapoweyan

waateg gashkaabateg
manidoo-biiwaabik
misawenimaad biiwaanan.

Zisikinebidoon.

Title	Author	Date
Entry for Not an Island	Gabriel Jesiolowski	06/22/2018
for you	Eileen Myles	06/21/2018
revision, impromptu	Fred Moten	06/20/2018
Children Listen	Roger Reeves	06/19/2018
San Benito	Chip Livingston	06/18/2018
Those Winter Sundays	Robert Hayden	06/17/2018
Amid the Roses	Alice Dunbar-Nelson	06/16/2018
Questions	Rachel Richardson	06/15/2018
[A Crumb in the Cobblestone—Tell Me This Landscape Darkened Without You]	Jerika Marchan	06/14/2018
Ode to Dusty Springfield	David Trinidad	06/13/2018