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The House of Wittgenstein
He never saw the malls of Petaluma, nor met the amazing cricketeer Montezuma. He never heard a laugh track. We’d
Ira Sadoff
Borges at Dolphin Books: New Orleans, 1982
He props his cane between Maps & True Crime,
David Wojahn
An Intimate Moment of Protestant Despair Witnessed on the Four O’ Clock Train
He put down his Wall Street Journal,
Tony Hoagland
Ebbtide
He said one day when we are old, we—
Lynne Thompson
I Dreamed of Obama on the Night of His First Election
He stirred the coals of my dwindling campfire. We were alone. Blue tendrils of smoke punctuated the Mesozoic haze
Kathleen Flenniken
Door to Door
He tooled around Long Island
William Logan
DHIMITRI
He was a tall man on the edge of the couch
Ani Gjika
Rizal Stadium, World War II
He was almost home, poor guy.
Ron Smith
ANTIGONE CONSIDERS HER FAMILY: Father and Mother
He was always unhappy—
Jennifer Franklin
He Was Amazed
He was amazed by the curve of his life. What he thought unique had made its arc like any other, as if life had
Stephen Dobyns
A Poem Translated from Greek by Alex de Voogt
He went inside the café where they would go together.
Constantine P. Cavafy
A Brief Portfolio
He’s nowhere now.
Timothy Liu
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