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THINNING THE SPRUCES
I’ve become ruthless with the spruces
Jeffrey Harrison
Nice Dark One
Yours is a noble bio, one note
Angie Estes
By the Numbers
The number of times intuition told me I had dodge
Nicole Caruso Garcia
Manet’s Asparagus
Naked as an
Paula Bohince
Elegy & Brooklyn, 1957
My brother told me we would join the Wide
Floyd Skloot
The Deposition
I get to school early, take down the crucifix.
Daisy Fried
CHINATOWN
I almost bought a lucky dragon
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
Vortex Street
I tied my hands behind me so I won’t hurt you.
Page Hill Starzinger
Fallow Ground & Geometries of Exile (or)
your washboard hands
Daniele Pantano
But the Avant-Garde
did find ways to wear TV as clothing--the monitors,
Christina Pugh
Elements and A Streetcar Named Panera
An abandoned father heals,
Alejandro Escudé
My Fjord | Someone Else’s Someone Else
I will sail through my own fjord and I will name the fjord My Fjord.
Lee Upton
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