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May Cause
Tinnitus, uncharacteristic
Dean Young
Essay: Domestic
Brassiere
Chelsea Wagenaar
From the Republic of Sleep and Mercy | The Island to Remind You of Your Childhood
All night I dreamt death
Heather Altfeld
Olympia
The ancient Greeks knew how to pick out a sacred spot,
Barbara Hamby
Jug
Colors, we go way back.
Hoyt Rogers
Insomnia, A Love Story
Everybody sleeps. Our poem starts with that premise.
Nicole Cooley and Peter Cooley
Bright in June Sun
The young man, kneeling at his mother’s tomb, lays red tulips there,
Mark Irwin
DOMESTIC
Another word for kid is it. You always love but do not always like it.
Adrian Blevins
Hungarian Lesson and Snow Rapture
In Hungary, you know something like the palm of your hand,
J. Allyn Rosser
Mishap
At the soiree, a hot ticket zooms off with a hot potato into the toy
Bruce Cohen
Fat
I saw that I was fat and walked and walked toward a desert only to find a case of (not light) beer.
Carrie Etter
A WOMAN I KNEW ATE FIRE FOR BREAKFAST
And the light would tattoo itself across her mouth
Susan Rich
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