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Why I Started Writing a Novel
Earlier today I started writing a novel out of the simple
Jessica Greenbaum
The Harrow Plow
Each spring it sank a little further down
Adam Tavel
Ant Story
Each ant was given a different part of the message to carry.
Tony Hoagland
Beards & The Gospel According to Ian Fleming
During my sleep, the entire world had been taken over by full beards.
Nicholas Samaras
Two poems by Louis-Philippe Dalembert translated from French by Nancy Naomi Carlson
dune of a beauty
Louis-Philippe Dalembert
From AfterTalk
Dumuzi spoke: “My sister, I would go with you to my garden
Chard deNiord
Black Apples & Landing
Dropping to the red earth, these, the night bearing
Page Hill Starzinger
The Encounter
Drizzle and formless
Alice Friman
Albatross
Driving toward
Karina Borowicz
Milk Ice
Driving through fog and storm’s aftermath
Patricia Spears Jones
Four a.m. and 40 Years Later
Driving into my old city yesterday
Jessica Greenbaum
Pour Ainsi Dire
Drinking. What is boozing? If not a liquid manner of corresponding, thanks to wine,
Georges Perros
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