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I’m going to pretend I’m a painter and just
Jeffrey Harrison
Letter to Jed from Niebla
I’ll write you about being a stranger, as I am also
Jessica Greenbaum
The Look
I’ll never tell Ethan I listen to him sing
Steven Cramer
Curriculum Vitae | Ode to Silo City
I’ll keep the ululating
Philip Metres
Sometimes,
I’ll crumple the paper before beginning to write
Mark Irwin
I’LL CALL YOU THIS AFTERNOON,
I’ll call you nowhere, now
Angie Estes
On Lust
I've outlived lust, or think I have.
DeWitt Henry
Dealing with the Forbidden & How It Begins
I've a talent for throwing things away.
Alice Friman
On Delta Flight #2164 From JFK
I'm headed home from a stint at Long Island's
Wendy Barker
No Touch and Elder in a Garden
I'm fed up with farewells.
Marjan Strojan
ON THE RMS QUEEN MARY | LATENT IMAGE
I'm exploring the decks, the ship docked in Long Beach since '67. Same liner Mom sailed in '39 from England to
Wendy Barker
Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)
i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the
Campbell McGrath
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