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Halloween
It is as quiet as the death of the dead no one knows
Hugo Claus
THE OMEN IN WOMEN
It is only playing Words With Friend
Denise Duhamel
Possibility of Erasure | There Are Corpses Buried in Them
It is snowing this morning.
Okla Elliott
I’m a Witch!
It is standard for women
Christopher Crawford
Bah!
It is well-past old hat and hurt
Stephen Todd Booker
The Garden
It just came at you. You were in it almost
Brian Swann
Glare
It just goes so fast,
Rae Armantrout
KINDNESS DETECTOR | TRUTH IN ADVERTISING |
It looks like a bamboo flute, but has a motor that draws air across a copper plate treated with chemicals which,
Charles Harper Webb
KINDNESS DETECTOR | TRUTH IN ADVERTISING
It looks like a bamboo flute, but has a motor that draws air across a copper plate treated with chemicals which,
Charles Harper Webb
Anatomy of Late
It looks like a fox, when it’s sleeping. No, its body
Sally Rosen Kindred
It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back | Out of the crimson dawn one third the size of an icon’s
It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back –
Mikhail Eremin
Writing Under the Influence of Me
It means I drop things, and I keep turning
Tony Hoagland

Halloween