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It Was A 3.8
My mother said go get me a plum.
Ron Slate
go ahead, flash your badges
good, the heart is closed now
Aleks Zywicki
Diptych
I’m hammering nails into the stretchers,
Alice Rose George
Government Center
Screeching right up to us through downtown Friday traffic.
Peter Campion
Picking Prunes and The Majestic Theatre
From the ground up is how you rise
D.A. Powell
Outhouse with Maggots
Look at us. Please. Do not run away.
Bridget Lowe
I Dreamed of Obama on the Night of His First Election
He stirred the coals of my dwindling campfire. We were alone. Blue tendrils of smoke punctuated the Mesozoic haze
Kathleen Flenniken
Two Poems
I didn't know it then, but we were learning Italian...
Christopher Buckley
Aspect
The spirit’s simulacra have obtained
Scott Cairns
SOME FAITH
God we need rain. And white flowers.
Barbara Ras
Hail to Thee,
I write, my wrist nodding
Angie Estes
Chronoscope 241: Briefly
Briefly: the glare sun below the clouds
John Walser
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