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cedar top goddesses from phil’s sawmill | ozark sonnet
The cedar goddesses lie down on saw-horses
Andrei Codrescu
Centerfold of the Year | Centerfold of the Month: Rabbit Season | Centerfold of the Month: Judgment
Full frontal I stand, knee-high socks and white heels,
Dorothy Chan
Centers of Gold, Aphrodisiacal & What We Do Lives On
The point, after all, with canvas, brush, and paint,
Patricia Clark
Cento for the Turn of the Year
Assume nothing. Take a position:
Rachel Hadas
Chaja-Lea Returns
This is where we were
Eric Odynocki
Charade
I was thinking of the sad
Adam Scheffler
Charcoal | Medicine and Magazines
In my brown leather bag:
Cynthia Cruz
Charcuterie
She penciled fanciful animals
Meighan L. Sharp
Charlotte
That was a malaise. We call that malaise.
Mark Dow
Che Fai Di Bello
They are burning the fields in
Angie Estes
Checkerboard Mesa
Dear mesa, dome of rock, do you remember your deep past?
Robin Rosen Chang
Chekhov’s Gun
Atonement means nothing to a cook
Fiona Sze-Lorrain
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