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The Uncanny
Suppose a rational man
Bruce Cohen
In Search of Grace
With slush to ground the Erie trees
Lisa Rose Bradford
Indian River at Dusk
The first and only time I caught a sheephead
Tara Skurtu
Deceiving the Gods
The old Jews rarely admitted good fortune.
Ellen Bass
N18P6
the shape doesn’t
Hank Lazer
California King, Head of the Meadow and A Miracle of Saint Anthony
The little bright red car
Karl Kirchwey
Fox and Piñata
I saw my first movie
Andrea Cohen
Is a Rose
O’Keefe’s opens in the troposphere, blooms like smoke.
Lisa Rosenberg
The Drowned and the Saved
If all of us were to try to kill ourselves at least once, then all of us would know nothing more than that: which is why
Tom Sleigh
Moisei Fishbein translated from the Ukrainian by John Hennessy and Ostap Kin
During the war and for some time after the war
Moisei Fishbein
Three Poems
His Majesty’s flock of Spanish sheep at Kew is most grievously afflicted...
Rachel Careau
SPENCER HILL
is steep, so breathing hard we sink down into a front pew,
Annette Barnes
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