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I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer. I
Dorianne Laux
White Zinfandel
Again last night I dreamed the dream called Waiter.
Christopher Bakken
Survival Rate | 1st Love
When at customs I don’t declare
Fady Joudah
I’m Nothing
close to a Zen scholar,
Christopher Buckley
To a High Aircraft | Palazzo Maldura
While now by slow degrees
Karl Kirchwey
Passing Royalty and Dostadning: Beginner’s Translation
I’m sorry I didn’t comprehend sooner how threatening
Patricia Clark
City Harbor
How often we come to a headland and a city opens,
Carol Frost
ABC Minors
Painted in oils on wood, the entire composition
Linda Bierds
No use
On October 21, 1962, Sylvia Plath wrote one poem that became two.
Kathleen Ossip
Ohio
I will remember you in a Golden Corral after church on a Sunday.
Milica Mijatović
Prizefighting
$25 Cleaning Fee
Derek JG Williams
Post-
Clenching, unclenching her thin white fingers,
Annie Kim
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