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Electric Eyes of Night
Three lanterns fill your window with deception.
Alan Zhukovski
Which Makes Me, I Guess, the Muddy Colorado
What we learn from most pornography is
Patrick Donnelly
A Habitation of Jackals, a Court for Ostriches
Very dark now I put a seed in my mouth but its texture and taste
Timothy Donnelly
A Progressive Disease
I feel my body getting away from me,
Floyd Skloot
Reality Check
The orgasm likes the dusk best, the time of day
Nin Andrews
NIGHT COMMUNION
We met at the revolving hotel door. You’d shaved
Tara Skurtu
Whose Sky, Between | Rape of America. So, it appears
A name that meant sound of an owl’s hard fall, another day of blood gunned to al
Margo Berdeshevsky
Fireworks or Gunfire?
It’s just somebody sighting his gun—
Chase Twichell
Received Wisdom
A horse fence
Veronica Kornberg
Hi. My Name Is Billy Hollands.
And there it is, that little tilt of my head –
Bill Hollands
Little Night Owl
For hours I’d lug her on my shoulder,
David Bottoms
[The Porcupine Left Its Hovel]
The porcupine left its hovel
Muhammad Kijuma
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