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AFTERNOON AT THE METROPOLITAN, NYC
Against the mauve wall, a Flegel
Clare Rossini
DELIBERATE AS THINKING IS THE RAIN
Stepping off the door lintel, down onto the grass as the day closed around us, grass, rising up inside its own squared
Elena Karina Byrne
Testimony of an Armless Man
I lost my arms in a farming accident, but later found I’d grown phantom limbs. There were many things I
Dara Elerath
Dryer
This seemingly permanent revolution,
James Pollock
Arête | Eurydice
The Hemingway who wrote three stories in a crummy hotel
Brian Culhane
Cicada’s Courtship, Origin Story and Clean Houses
The dissipation of freshly harvested leeks, wilted,
Rasha Abdulhadi
Poetry
In my new room upstairs,
Kim Dower
Gun Notes
This man and I softly discussed hunting
David Huddle
January in West Texas
Once, I preferred nights. How they arrived one tied to the next like silk scarves, knots of daylight between them. I
Chloe Honum
Three Poems
I dropped a sprig of laurel into your grave
Karl Kirchwey
MOMMY HARANGUES POOR RANDAL | TO RANDAL, CROW-STEALER, LORD OF THE GREENHOUSE
Money is self-comprehending,
Max Ritvo
Study: Old Watercolor and Joe
I bought an old watercolor in a primitives shop and brought it home to my in-laws’ on summer vacation.
Sandra McPherson
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