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Spring reading

 Finished from earlier:

The Beauty of the Husband, Anne Carson 
When My Brother Was an Aztec, Natalie Diaz 

Finished:

Crow, Ted Hughes
The Cartographer Tries to Map a Way to Zion, Kei Miller 
Memorial, Alice Oswald 
Voyage of the Sable Venus, Robin Coste Lewis 
Second Empire, Richie Hofmann 
On Tact, & the Made Up World, Michele Glazer

In progress:

Chord, Rick Barot
Sight Map, Brian Teare
Sleeping with the Dictionary, Harryette Mullen

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