"ActionYes" is an always-interesting webzine that publishes poetry in translation as well as English originals—
reading its latest issue the poet whose work I was most struck by is Andrew Lundwall . . .
I suspect that if I were his age I'd probably be trying to write this sort of thing:
by Andrew Lundwall
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