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Barn Red
Home alone, I swirl on scarlet lipstick and forget that I did,
Julia Shipley
Bailed Out
And once we climbed over the wire fence
Katia Kapovich
Bah!
It is well-past old hat and hurt
Stephen Todd Booker
Bad Line in a Bad Paragraph
Where "grab a bite"
Lia Purpura
Bad Harvest
Does my name take your tongue’s
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Back to Brooklyn Bridge | Second Skin
tears are intuition
Michael Burkard
Back in the U.S.S.R
We weren’t the Beach Boys’ California girls,
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Babel’s Artifacts
The construction proved without
Scott Cairns
Babel of Signs
Skirting the coast desperate for fresh food
Elizabeth Holmes
Ayotzinapa
We bite the shadow
David Huerta
Autobiography and Primo
long before I wanted a drink I wanted a drink and it’s been
Alexander Long
Auntie Deluvian and Alien On The Ark: Two by Two
Deep-time they called it when King Dumuzid the Shepherd
Terese Svoboda
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