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Paramouria & You Do What You’re Good At
You know (you think), and then
Ralph Culver
Zone
This ancient world finally leaves you weary
Guillaume Apollinaire
Confusing Myself with the Whippoorwill
Today, I was a madness of regrettable actions. At the convenience store, I eyed the cashiers warily as they slouched in
Christopher Kennedy
I Offer This Container
Monkeys of fresh rage born again—
Jeffrey Skinner
Babel’s Artifacts
The construction proved without
Scott Cairns
Impressionist
Once it was declared awful because it was brilliant
Jennifer Grotz
Ars Poetica, with Cow
She went back to look at the beast, which lay immobile except for one eye watching the girl who stood helpless beside
Maureen Seaton
from THE CITY OF PARIS HAS YOU IN MIND TONIGHT
When G died began the midnight panic attacks.
Deborah Landau
Woman, Man, Tepoztlán
Mother, today I met a man.
Kristina Andersson Bicher
Twelve Wings & Mother of the Holy Hope
It was difficult to get a nurse.
Kelle Groom
End of the Century
We’ve slept too long, and that hasn’t stopped the incidental warping—
Paul Nemser
Sprang
Before tracking pods of killer whales in and out
Arthur Sze
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