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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
The Only One
In the stories of old there were always three.
Nin Andrews
The Orders of the Ordinary
Death seemed no more
William Logan
The Other Hemisphere & Like California
It shut us up, the new, dumbed us
Judy Katz
The Pair
Here’s how they climbed out of the nights’ custody.
Karl Krolow
The Palm Reader & Fire Horse
These blithe lines
Ekiwah Adler-Belendez
The Park from Above
What scared them? Scores of wild green parrots
Chase Twichell
The Path of Non-Attachment
Andrew totaled my car, leveled the house,
Tanya Grae
The Peripheral Position of the Sun
A young woman roars, laughs, splashes the face of a young man, nears the shore where the blinking lights of fireflies
Marilyn Hacker
The Piece
Some years ago I painted the room gray.
Miguel Avero
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