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We Came This Way to Know the Evening
Here’s a riddle:
Hsia Yü
The Pair
Here’s how they climbed out of the nights’ custody.
Karl Krolow
Downsizing
Hey, maybe the time has come to empty
Amy Gerstler
Willing
Hidden from all mothers’ eyes by blinded windows
David Thacker
Up Early, I Turn off the Television News
High tide of sun curling & breaking onto the hardwood
Gerry LaFemina
Five Poems
His Dublin sister, two sons,
Pamela Alexander
Revolver
His face was a festival. Inside it,
Carl Phillips
Grandpa David Told Me Once of Carpathia, a Place He had Never Been
His hospital topped
Xander Gershberg
Three Poems
His Majesty’s flock of Spanish sheep at Kew is most grievously afflicted...
Rachel Careau
Exclusive Beautiful Grapheme War
history means touch, bodies
G.C. Waldrep
THE DAY
History sings “misery, misery.”
Chard deNiord
Barn Red
Home alone, I swirl on scarlet lipstick and forget that I did,
Julia Shipley
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