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Fairy Tale
Would that squat toad, before my eyes,
William Wenthe
And Now, As Promised
How lousy are your prospects when you
William Trowbridge
When My Son Is Dead 14 Years
These are the years I bargain with God.
Alexis Rhone Fancher
My Father Was a Honey Bee
My father was a honey bee He buzzed and buzzed
Jan Freeman
Drive-in Double Dare
In gravel dust and starlight, after the hummingbirds fe
Sharon Kubasak
Elevator Boy
All night I lifted them through seven stories
Jay Parini
Acne
And I’d see it that way, the word, all
Patrick Whitfill
“Flüchtige monde” / “fugitive moons” translated from the German by Joscha Klueppel
mountains recall their flock of birds. the dear birds,
Yevgeniy Breyger
Christmas Nineteen-Sixty-Something and Notes from My Doppelganger
By that time we were hanging the tree from a hook
Kurt Luchs
Armed Stasis
I will make a fact with you Robert Frost.
Charles Bernstein
A Brief Portfolio
I said goodbye to a friend who left a hole filled
Bruce Bond
Blues
Why is there careful language
Rae Armantrout
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