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THE CURVE
Something, call it X, wanted a body
Max Ritvo
Lost Tails, City of Money and Counting the Money
One day our tails fell off and lay at our feet like giant dead caterpillars.
Jeff Friedman
Interrogations Update & Mythos
When will I see you again? I’ve asked the priests.
Peter Cooley
After victory — the era of postwar executions
After victory – the era of postwar executions.
Boris Khersonsky
SIXTH GRADE REDUX
Good morning, Ladles and Jellyfish!
Carol Moldaw
The House of Wittgenstein
He never saw the malls of Petaluma, nor met the amazing cricketeer Montezuma. He never heard a laugh track. We’d
Ira Sadoff
A Face, A Cup
The thousand hairline cracks in an aged face
Molly Peacock
Ashes of Roses and Blue Chair
The early 19th Century rolls over
Christopher Howell
Memorial Bench
Suzanne and Half Zantop loved sitting here—
Joyce Peseroff
SELF PORTRAIT IN THE BACKYARD AS MOTHER
Tulip-bellied, fists full of weeds, the baby shuffles over the wet grass,
Nicole Cooley
Cockatiel & View From Another Planet
Wild for it to end
Jane Craven
Light and Dark
I like that the word light is powerful and yet so gentle, like a good man.
John Poch
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