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Pink is the Navy Blue of India
Flea market guy tells me the pornos are five dollars
David Kirby
Abramovic
The eyes are the edge of the central nervous system.
Rick Barot
The Last Time I Saw My Mother Before the Pandemic, #Me Too & Ready
was on Valentine’s Day 2020. The residents who were able to sit up
Denise Duhamel
The Piece
Some years ago I painted the room gray.
Miguel Avero
Eternal Sunshine
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
Troy Jollimore
On History
His father’s boss was a Millerite—
Wayne Miller
Is a Rose
O’Keefe’s opens in the troposphere, blooms like smoke.
Lisa Rosenberg
A Brief Portfolio of Six Poems
The pond flattered the foliage,
John Skoyles
Salvation, in B#
Bigtime Baltimore, new
Afaa Michael Weaver
IT’S 4PM IN THE E.R. AND I AM REARRANGED WITH A SMALL SADNESS
I don't know what made me think
Sonja Halvorson
LIKE
No other sound like it.
Carol Muske-Dukes
Three Poems
I dropped a sprig of laurel into your grave
Karl Kirchwey
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