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First Communion, forty-two and the unnamed
I shall sit here, on this bench,
Kristian Koželj
Firing My Father’s Mossberg
At the shooting range,
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Fireworks or Gunfire?
It’s just somebody sighting his gun—
Chase Twichell
FIREFLIES
Evenings when the children
Jennifer O’Grady
Fifteen Essays on Boats, Boats, Language, and the SS
The Palermo Airport is not large.
Ann Pedone
Field Dressing
Dispatch animal
Angela Ball
Fidelity
Heaven-selvage, twilight eyelet opened
Kimberly Johnson
Ferns | Cycle
Wind thrums
Linda Pastan
Feral
Ex. A house. A trampoline. A raised garden bed. A Ford Bronco. A Cabbage Patch doll
Ashley Dailey
FENG SHUI & PARANOID X-RAY
Listen: mute bells peal
Dean Kostos
February Elegy with Tulips on a Glass Table
It’s the yellow dust inside the tulips.
Alison Jarvis
Feasts for the Blind | My Dear Menshevik
That year it rained crows. Birds fell out of the sky in midflight.
Bernard Farai Matambo
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