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The Albino Squirrel
Bury it, I said. In the field. No,
Clare Rossini
Lives of the Postmodern Poets
You were born too late.
Mark DeCarteret
Two Departures from Rilke
Terrified past panic, strict lines collapsed,
Steven Cramer
Spoiler Alert
This all started when Tanya, that wreck of a billionaire
Julie Bruck
Embraced
I have visited an ancient redwood and heard it creak
Martha Rhodes
THE LEAVES HAVE NO PITY
gathering under the porch like abandoned promises,
Diane Wakoski
Bed
I haven’t got a fingernail or bed
Sarah Arvio
My Lovely Garonne
Because every tenth poem or so the poet described
Jessica Greenbaum
Gott im Himmel and The Corner of Bellington Street and Sparta
Gott was thicket, thorned, glottal,
Steven Ratiner
Human Condition
The human condition isn’t some grinning
J.T. Barbarese
Masque
Lamplight blue cushions
David Baker
I’m Not Waiting and Out of the Past
I’m no longer waiting for the dunes of Tulum,
Ira Sadoff
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