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Phone Call: Lesson in Style and The Story of Civilization
“Everything feels all swollen and puffy, like my brain
Tom Sleigh
Blond for All the Boys
Frank Ocean didn’t mean anything to me till Dave said check
Matthew Lippman
Henry’s Song
Sometimes sitting in a friend's backyard on a fall evening
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Widow
You cannot consider yourself a widow just because the full moon has gone
David Shumate
What is Love in Tennis, and What is Love | Nude from Here to Eternity
If there’s personality in how you jump, then I wonder about
Dorothy Chan
Boys’ Room
French doors, curtains, panes of glass.
Hoyt Rogers
Preludes and Fugues, Cycle C
Watch your cat leap up in fright and flee
Emmanuel Moses
Far Country
When you were in that country
Lee Upton
He Was Amazed
He was amazed by the curve of his life. What he thought unique had made its arc like any other, as if life had
Stephen Dobyns
MARATHON | SHORELINE
Jesus hears a swarm of bees beneath his porch. His television
Amelia Martens
Late Portrait
Dried flowers everywhere. Greeting cards. China plates hung on walls, showing a
Amy Gerstler
from Nothing in the Dark
My mother would assuage my childhood night-fears by saying There's nothing in the dark that you can't see during
Fred Muratori
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