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On Thumbing Through Smith’s Recognizable Patterns of Human Malformation
And what of the bird-headed dwarfs
Alan Shapiro
Hi. My Name Is Billy Hollands.
And there it is, that little tilt of my head –
Bill Hollands
Yet Another Life
And then one day I was no longer up
Michael Torres
A WOMAN I KNEW ATE FIRE FOR BREAKFAST
And the light would tattoo itself across her mouth
Susan Rich
Called to Lapse
And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears
Bruce Beasley
The Last Few Feet
And so the thyme fell and spilled a neat pile
John A. Nieves
Trouble
And so it took shape, & from what.
Lisa Russ Spaar
Bailed Out
And once we climbed over the wire fence
Katia Kapovich
It’s 3 A.M., Winter, and Nine Miles from Truckee
and nobody better than I to tell you about
Suzanne Lummis
Acne
And I’d see it that way, the word, all
Patrick Whitfill
In Which the Sea Rakes at My Window and Seemingly Unlike Me
and I wake rattled, as if to resist a long fall
Ellen Doré Watson
JOURNAL, OR STORY WITHOUT WORDS
And I follow the hand copying what it had written years ago
Brian Swann
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