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Posts by Alina Stefanescu

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HE: Okay but if you bust your stitches open don‘t say I didn’t warn you about physical exertion.

ME: You should know me well enough to know that if I suffer consequences for my choices, i will go get a snickers ice cream bar and pouT.

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HE: This post-procedure brochure says you aren’t supposed to lift anything or go back to work for a few days.

ME: Do not berate my reading comprehension skills. Why do you think I raked the front yard instead of carrying boxes down to the basement?

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I love wandering through the youngest mammal’s sketchbook.

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Lux and Ivy of the Cramps

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Thank you for covering this

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Julie Benesh ~ Three Poems - New World Writing Quarterly Flyover Girl A wild onion in a red dress on the Blue Line, en route to a party where I wallflowered in place for three hours, while the whole room revolved

New work from Julie Benesh in our Spring 2026 issue!
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watching the last university standing in Gaza get pulverized by bombs on this screen is so real and so sobering and i hope every influencer at Coachella dreams about it tonight.

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At Once: A Second Word in Passing - Frank Garrett Online In eins Dreizehnter Feber.  Im Herzmund erwachtes Schibboleth.  Mit dir, Peuple de Paris.  No pasarán. 5     Schäfchen zur Linken:  er, Abadias, der Greis aus Huesca, kam mit den Hunden über das Feld,...

On the anniversary of Paul Celan’s death, here is my translation of his „In eins”: frankgarrett.online/2010/07/at-o....

„he spoke / to us a necessary word in the hand”

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You light me to bed with your light, and
never a night but I am
prey to ghostly visions—a tenderness

not usual in my family.  The lion
pauses a certain space of time, amid
a sea of divers thoughts, choppy half-

desires, memoranda of search
and hunger, very peculiar
ideas of the world.

7 You light me to bed with your light, and never a night but I am prey to ghostly visions—a tenderness not usual in my family. The lion pauses a certain space of time, amid a sea of divers thoughts, choppy half- desires, memoranda of search and hunger, very peculiar ideas of the world.

a tenderness

Keith Waldrop

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I don’t believe in honor or honorable nation-states but I believe in the sumptuous crimson of D. Tintoretto’s painting.

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Not abstract—

- Robert Creeley, “Thinking of Walter Benjamin”

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Gabriel Blackwell 6 stories — Socrates on the Beach

Stunning stories by Gabriel Blackwell in new issue of Socrates on the Beach.
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Liszt: Dante Sonata (Nakamatsu, Khozyainov, Korstick)
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"Fantasia quasi Sonata"
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“I am also the judge. Now would you like a long or a short sentence?”

“A short one, if you please,” said Milo.

“Good,” said the judge, rapping his gavel three times. “I always have trouble remembering the long ones. How about ‘I am’? That’s the shortest sentence I know.”

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Adorno’s dream of the world ending with stars that form an isosceles triangle and Heisenberg announcing things on a loudspeaker. “It could only be the repetition of a tape recording…”

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Flaubert to Turgenev, later in March 1863
Rarefied, you are—
tragic as the skin 
of the fox. Montaigne 
said that. I like page 51 
and first love. My pillow 
is a psychologist with 
with feelings. 
A dagger is bad.  
A father is high drama.
A live girl is ideal.
A people is real.
A friendship will 
not stand still
startlingly

Flaubert to Turgenev, later in March 1863 Rarefied, you are— tragic as the skin of the fox. Montaigne said that. I like page 51 and first love. My pillow is a psychologist with with feelings. A dagger is bad. A father is high drama. A live girl is ideal. A people is real. A friendship will not stand still startlingly

A found poem from one of Flaubert's letters to Turgenev . . . because my notes on their correspondence turned into short poems, as poetry is a language of inquiry into language.

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Jordy Rosenberg reads Fargo Tbakhi's Notes on Craft: Writing in the Hour of Genocide | David Naimon Get more from David Naimon on Patreon

David Naimon talks to Jordy Rosenberg

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National Poetry Month: Prompt 18, from Adrian Dallas Frandle Ask Green Anything   I’m currently working on a manuscript where I interview different parts of my body and let them speak. This got me thinking that more of our world deserves to be hear…

National Poetry Month: Prompt 18, from Adrian Dallas Frandle 🌱 📚💙

This beautiful, greeny prompt for your Saturday! 🌱

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You wont regret it :)

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Me sharing my thoughts and feelings with the leafblowers

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:) we tried bedtime for about a week and then I started feeling sorry for the ones who inherited my insomnia and wanted desperately to read themselves to sleep. bedtime just didn’t work for us

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(swoons and eats her aureole) 🖤

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