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The Neighbor’s War and Walking Backwards
Through my kitchen window I can watch
Maura Stanton
The New Odyssey Concordance
This is not the Odyssey
Beatriu Delaveda
The NewMath and Nor Easter
There may still be time to find the cosine of x. Under an à la mode
Partridge Boswell
The Next Life and Windpowered
Sea fog drifting through the pines—
J.P. Dancing Bear
The Night Dancers
Praise the shadows that slither up candlelit walls
Grace Schulman
The Night Was Born
This night was born in an old and dust-filled pantry, and yesterday’s – in the
Alexander Ulanov
The Occupant Imagines the House as a Great Fish & Eight Things…
It has already swallowed a century, each year a silver iridescent scale. For eight, she has lived in its belly,
Jennifer Maier
The Oklahoma Purchase
William Howard Taft wouldn’t drink before dark.
Brian Henry
The Old Pythagorean | Wish You Were Here
The Scottish sheep farmer John Williamson espoused the Pythagorean doctrine of metempsychosis, which held that
Rachel Careau
The Old Thoughts
Immersed, called forth—
Daniel Bourne
THE OMEN IN WOMEN
It is only playing Words With Friend
Denise Duhamel
The One Crying in English Class
From time to time, I still get angry
Freesia McKee
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