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Posthumous Cabin
And got away to it, and left the work to others
William Olsen
POSTSCRIPT
You’re wasting time. Your lilac needs pruning. By the shed,
Teresa Cader
Potato | The Surface
I do not want to finish my potato,
Martha Rhodes
Pour Ainsi Dire
Drinking. What is boozing? If not a liquid manner of corresponding, thanks to wine,
Georges Perros
Powder
Yesterday I opened your pill box, and there
Mark Irwin
Practicing Eights
After I almost died, it was hard
Martha Collins
Practicing Quiet & The Last Sleep Artist
What do you mean, you ate Melvin?
Nin Andrews
Prayer Written on a Wide Veranda on a Comfortable Couch in Sewanee, TN
If prayer requires an audience that is divine
Rebecca Aronson
Preludes and Fugues, Cycle C
Watch your cat leap up in fright and flee
Emmanuel Moses
Preludium
In The Odyssey,
Christina Davis
Prequel
Take a seat. All you need to know is, I am
Philip Fried
PRESENTIMENTS
Such as the sun might present—out of sight—
Peter Cooley
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