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ALERT
My phone sends me an alert:
Troy Jollimore
ALCHEMICAL MEDITATION
It abides in secret on my pencil tip—
Daniel Tobin
Albatross
Driving toward
Karina Borowicz
Agreeable Subjects
When a past father of mine makes an appearance
Carolina Hotchandani
Agnus Dei, Winslow Wants a Gun, Omega Street
The shearer’s come horse-back from Solo –
Joseph Bathanti
Against Surrealism | Anima
The human heart weighs ten ounces, but I don’t know if it can float. I don’t suppose it makes sense to say I feel like
Christopher Kennedy
AFTERNOON AT THE METROPOLITAN, NYC
Against the mauve wall, a Flegel
Clare Rossini
Afterimage
Do you remember those Cornell shadow boxes we saw at some
Frances Richey
After victory — the era of postwar executions
After victory – the era of postwar executions.
Boris Khersonsky
AFTER THUNDERSTORMS IN OKLAHOMA
The sky becomes sickly,
Hala Alyan
After the War for Independence and Despite Nostalgia
Those boys in the basement, middle-schoolers, unruly
Gerry LaFemina
After the Paris Bombings
I lent my Daily Missal, which had been published before they dropped the Latin, to Robin. Though she had been
Steve Bradbury
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