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Loud Walk in Fall | Regret
There is something else
Lia Purpura
from Canisy
Whenever we lined up to march into class, the assistant at my grandfather’s school always had us sing the kind of
Jean Follain
Leave It Lay Where Jesus Flung It
What a colossal wrong fall she took—that mastodon caught
Jane Springer
Hymn of the Squirrels, Echidna Tremens and Singled Out
Not an issue of ‘variety’, of red, brown, grey and black,
John Kinsella
Anti-Gravity Time Machine
From the front stoop it’s the 21st century;
Jennifer Michael Hecht
Photographs, 1949 | Retiree
In one, they pose, grinning straight at the Kodak,
Sydney Lea
Bedtime Story
It wasn’t only my father who believed in the romanticism of war
Bruce Cohen
Call & Response
In this last
David Rivard
In the Late Style of Eros
Loneliness is a female shark
Virginia Konchan
Blind | Opulent, Unfunereal World
The way, as I wake, some shimmery dream
Chris Forhan
Not Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Promises to keep, was a lie, he had nothing. Through
Jennifer Michael Hecht
Phoenix Hairpin Terrace
Yes Feng-huang plus three syllables
Karen An-hwei Lee
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