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Innocence
The birds she could identify—nuthatch, oriole—
Charles Baxter
Inroad
The radiance that is always around us is incited
David Rivard
Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up | Shall we praise the girls who will not come down | It’s about water that didn’t lose its shine
Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up
Aleksey Porvin
Insomnia
It is a stain that feeds on moons
Ana Minga
Insomnia, A Love Story
Everybody sleeps. Our poem starts with that premise.
Nicole Cooley and Peter Cooley
Instagram
What if I was uttered into existence through the teamwork of cultists
Timothy Donnelly
Instruction on Driving with an Orgasm | Napoleon’s Hat
Look both ways before going out for a spin. And ease onto the road. Take careful note of the speed limit and
Nin Andrews
Intelligent Design & Miramar Point
7, 8, 9 years old,
Christopher Buckley
Interlude for a Solitary Flute
What is the age of the couple
Mary Ruefle
Interrogations Update & Mythos
When will I see you again? I’ve asked the priests.
Peter Cooley
Into the Flame
And you lay for decades counting sheep
Jay Parini
INVENTORY | CAKE TIN
Open door, high cistern, wooden loo seat
Olivia McCannon
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