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PET SOUNDS
The summer I bought Pet Sounds at G.C. Murphy’s, I hadn’t gone a block from the store when on impulse I smashed
J.T. Barbarese
For D, reading poems
When I was a kid, only a flu could buy me
Jane Zwart
Suburban Landscape, Summer
Me, young and girlish, flesh not yet mourning.
Julianna Baggott
Jerez translated from Spanish by Susan Ayres
Perhaps his hand was not so cold
Elsa Cross
Armed Stasis
I will make a fact with you Robert Frost.
Charles Bernstein
Rats
Sudden underfoot, this one cries back
Dora Malech
the midwest sheds its skin
& leaves it clinging to a fence post
Doug Ramspeck
Double Effect: December 31
the bridge closes behind you
Martha Serpas
Triangulated
Is it the ship that's moving or the sea that's moving, the tide flowing against the ship?
Alpay Ulku
The Plumber is Here
The plumber is here
Hsia Yü
Skin and Arioso
I am sending off my blood for the story of who I am.
Bruce Bond
Three Poems
Heat, filthy, gut-sick heat in my city’s cobblestone streets.
Teresa Cader
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