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books //


The Garden of the Dead by Marie Lundquist (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2027)

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[Some days, maybe all of them, our sex is closer than death.], by Marie Lundquist, forthcoming in Arkansas International

[Mothers lock themselves in thought. ], by Marie Lundquist, forthcoming in Spoon River Poetry Review

[Maybe a maternal instinct...], by Marie Lundquist, EPOCH, Volume 73, No. 1 (2026)

[I don’t believe in consolations.], by Marie Lundquist, EPOCH, Volume 73, No. 1 (2026)

[The dead are spilling out...], by Marie Lundquist, Asymptote, Summer (2025)

[I sit with my gaze chained to the ditch...], by Marie Lundquist, Asymptote, Summer (2025)

[I don’t know anything about turtles and their apathy.], by Marie Lundquist, Asymptote, Summer (2025)

[A beetle can be made of copper....], by Marie Lundquist, Asymptote, Summer (2025)

[If God exists, he is shut in an atrium...], by Marie Lundquist, Asymptote, Summer (2025)

[Besides the aspen...], by Marie Lundquist, Asymptote, Summer (2025)

[Every time we lay claim to something…], by Marie Lundquist, World Literature Today (2025)

[Death makes me clumsier than usual…], by Marie Lundquist, World Literature Today (2025)

[Now, everything is pruned.], by Marie Lundquist, World Literature Today (2025)

[There are questions so delicate they cannot be asked.], by Marie Lundquist, World Literature Today (2025)

[Hand, neck, mouth, hair.], by Marie Lundquist, Poetry Northwest, Volume XIX, Issue 2 (2025)