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Toshno
Marina is trying to describe Raskolnikov’s interior state
Barbara Hamby
It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back | Out of the crimson dawn one third the size of an icon’s
It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back –
Mikhail Eremin
Sister Dementia Remembers & Phone Booth
Enough of bosom, ass, and pillow—
Nancy Mitchell
Sea Otters, Missiles, Sardines
Sea otters sun themselves on harbor rocks,
Teresa Cader
Two Stories and a Poem
Do you have a canned ham?
Lydia Davis
IN JANUARY
Low sky, slow air, and nothing much
Julie Bruck
Ruler of Everything
The Ruler of Everything proclaims blood-colored
Amy Gerstler
With My Senses in Ruins | Scavenge and Transform
Here’s a recipe for seeing: sleep
Jonathan Weinert
Spit
Some progress is anything but.
David Rivard
Duets
Telemann at 7:30 on an evening
Sherri Felt Dratfield
Inauguration Day
Yes, like thousands of joyful poets today
Maura Stanton
Honest Orbit
For weeks I sift in vast exits
Lauren Camp
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