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Centerfold of the Year | Centerfold of the Month: Rabbit Season | Centerfold of the Month: Judgment
Full frontal I stand, knee-high socks and white heels,
Dorothy Chan
Oak Leaves as Young Musicians and Longing
Frosted-glass window lit orange.
Ashley Mabbitt
The One Crying in English Class
From time to time, I still get angry
Freesia McKee
My Name in Sticks
From the shallow sledding hill I gathered up
Adam Tavel
Picking Prunes and The Majestic Theatre
From the ground up is how you rise
D.A. Powell
Anti-Gravity Time Machine
From the front stoop it’s the 21st century;
Jennifer Michael Hecht
Bending Truth to Advantage
From Robert Lowell’s poem “Those Before Us,” these final lines: “Pardon them for existing.
Scott Withiam
Coda alla Vaccinara | A Dusting
From Keats’s grave, past the Paladiana and Coyote
Ron Smith
From Inches Away
From inches away his finger can’t miss
Simon Perchik
Trompe L’oeil –Not a Painting
From 30,000 feet
Bonnie Riedinger
Boys’ Room
French doors, curtains, panes of glass.
Hoyt Rogers
Blond for All the Boys
Frank Ocean didn’t mean anything to me till Dave said check
Matthew Lippman
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