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Before They Came For Us | Civilian Exiting the Facilities | Table for Six
They met in the woods below our homes, brought their sawed-off shotguns and
Idra Novey
April 13, 2012
Faust 1972
This time, Faust was a nursing mother --
Sharon Olds
April 13, 2012
Arrow Boy
They see her as a genie in a pager.
Martha Serpas
April 13, 2012
Zen Dictionary
In the Zen Dictionary, intention
Dick Allen
March 22, 2012
Ars Polis
way too human too fast way too boring too quick
Andrei Codrescu
March 22, 2012
Home Life
I was sitting still in an armchair
Billy Collins
March 20, 2012
Firing My Father’s Mossberg
At the shooting range,
Dzvinia Orlowsky
March 13, 2012
ANY SINGLE THING | OFFERS OF SKY | THE EQUATION MUST BE BEAUTIFUL
At the shooting range,
Rosmarie Waldrop
March 13, 2012
Carbide
As he approached the river a little Fiat drew off the main road and parked among
A.L. Snijders
March 13, 2012
Snow Day, by Jerome Sala
The camera in the other room points and clicks
Jerome Sala
March 13, 2012
Pink is the Navy Blue of India
Flea market guy tells me the pornos are five dollars
David Kirby
March 13, 2012
Reflection
I am a lion
Eliza Griswold
March 13, 2012
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