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Oak | Installation
I sat at it, a good table—one of a number
Dore Kiesselbach
Carbide
As he approached the river a little Fiat drew off the main road and parked among
A.L. Snijders
“Summer with Monika” translated from Polish by Scotia Gilroy
we spent the days lying on the hot asphalt, fleeing
Urszula Honek
Received Wisdom
A horse fence
Veronica Kornberg
Separation
Slumbering suburbs, calm depths of summer.
Ramón García
JIGSAW
Where in the world does it fit
Clare Rossini
First Wedding
It was one of those days when not even the bland sun
Diane K. Martin
Will flames lap? Leap? | The Country Stairs
Will flames lap? Leap?
Cynthia Hogue
The Occupant Imagines the House as a Great Fish & Eight Things…
It has already swallowed a century, each year a silver iridescent scale. For eight, she has lived in its belly,
Jennifer Maier
It’s 3 A.M., Winter, and Nine Miles from Truckee
and nobody better than I to tell you about
Suzanne Lummis
Of The Heart, A Hymn & Interracial love affair ended by lynching of a man & let there be a song for zero
Your name is ash
Shamar Hill
The Birthdays of the Dead
It is an affront in their land
Charles O. Hartman
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