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Charlotte
That was a malaise. We call that malaise.
Mark Dow
Charcuterie
She penciled fanciful animals
Meighan L. Sharp
Charcoal | Medicine and Magazines
In my brown leather bag:
Cynthia Cruz
Charade
I was thinking of the sad
Adam Scheffler
Chaja-Lea Returns
This is where we were
Eric Odynocki
Cento for the Turn of the Year
Assume nothing. Take a position:
Rachel Hadas
Centers of Gold, Aphrodisiacal & What We Do Lives On
The point, after all, with canvas, brush, and paint,
Patricia Clark
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
cedar top goddesses from phil’s sawmill | ozark sonnet
The cedar goddesses lie down on saw-horses
Andrei Codrescu
Cave Milk
How can it be Tomaz? How is it
David Wojahn
CATAFALQUE
Angel of the gap thrills to floodwaters
Donald Revell
Cataclysmic Paternity
There’s the you at birth and the you that’s taught and the you you concocted.
Daniel Meltz
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