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For Your Eighteenth Birthday
Not a car nor papa’s advice.
Kenton Yee
Book of Dolls
The psychoanalyst has left the building
Bruce Bond
Lunette 15
I came into the world through a wound
Bruce Bond
Portrait | The Traveler
Recollections of my infancy: a patio in Seville,
Antonio Machado
The Poets
They are farmers, really--
Linda Pastan
Fairy Tale
Would that squat toad, before my eyes,
William Wenthe
The Raccoon
Like an old Italian man,
Joseph Bathanti
Call & Response
In this last
David Rivard
Clytemnestra, Unleashed
Lovingly, she poured the scented water into his bath
Alice Friman
From Bajo la lluvia ajena (In Foreign Rain) by Juan Gelman, translated by Lisa Rose Bradford
On the tiers of experience.
Juan Gelman
Ayotzinapa
We bite the shadow
David Huerta
The Russian Senior Building. Newark, NJ | Mercury
Those who are younger-younger play their bingo,
Irina Mashinski
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