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High Finance
You looked up and saw across the field
Sophie Cabot Black
The Last Phonebooth
The last phone booth on the planet smells
Joanna Fuhrman
In God’s Intestine and Goner
The husband, who has accepted Buddhist precepts,
Diane K. Martin
From AfterTalk
Dumuzi spoke: “My sister, I would go with you to my garden
Chard deNiord
The Alone-Doors
Don’t try this at home.
Jim Daniels
If He Had Missed It Would Have Killed Him
my uncle said of the dog pa shot
Brionne Janae
At the Grave of Robert Lowell
Cruising Currier & Ives’ staid byway,
Peter Filkins
Imperial Crimson
There is no way I can write ‘producing meanings’ as my job in the CV,
Yuliia Vereta
Yahrzeit
This was the woman who remembered her childhood.
Mark Jarman
At sunset translated from Spanish by Paula J. Lambert
the dragonfly perches on the river waiting for a breeze
Juan Armando Rojas
Bodies on the Margins
The artist understands blood; or rather
Kwame Dawes
THE FLOWER AT THE END OF THE WORLD
It was a 1954 Ford pickup truck that stopped
T.R. Hummer
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