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The Public Servants and Amateur
To be delivered by a sad man standing in a single light.
Jason Waldrop
Kneeling in a Pile of Leaves
Kneeling in a pile of leaves
Bianca Stone
MR. DARCY TALKS
Mr. Darcy talks to the same woman
Victoria Chang
Posthumous Cabin
And got away to it, and left the work to others
William Olsen
Hail to Thee,
I write, my wrist nodding
Angie Estes
Visitor’s Coming
I’ve laid out
Karl Krolow
Nocturne
Last night a barred owl swept across the road,
John Hoppenthaler
Another Argument with Jim About the Soul
You say I’d know it exists if
Stephen Dunn
Contagions of the Visible
In the optics of the dark ages, the eye
Bruce Bond
Melancholia & Trouble in Mind
On the periodic table, it is the densest of elements. It does not refract or reflect, but absorbs all
Eric Pankey
Yellowphant and Don’t Forget
The circus so yellow and red stands on two feet,
Terese Svoboda
Cassandra
Some days I could go quietly into the spot where
Sasha West
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