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Olney Hymn
not my li-
Donald Revell
What’s Real? | Is Nothing Sacred Anymore?
This question didn’t much interest me
David Huddle
Prizefighting
$25 Cleaning Fee
Derek JG Williams
Electric Eyes of Night
Three lanterns fill your window with deception.
Alan Zhukovski
Pensé Que Estabas Muerto
but your deaths existed the nights you didn’t come home.
Jules Jacob
Three Poems
A little man was sleeping in the bright sunlight
Tanella Boni
She Said She Saw Vowels
underneath her birdfeeder
Angie Estes
Carbide
As he approached the river a little Fiat drew off the main road and parked among
A.L. Snijders
Lily of the Forest
On the slopes of Mt. Ślęża, the cult
Daniel Bourne
TO HÉCTOR VIEL TEMPERLEY
Cockroaches ignored the winter dawn
Campbell McGrath
July 4th
Tarred roads starting to buckle,
William Logan
Booklet, Hand-Pressed Paper, Containing Locks of School-Children’s Hair, c. 1861
Wound on a bobbin like thread. Woven into a wreath
Nicole Cooley
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