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Getting Old, Thinking of Keats
Even though I’m old now
Gregory Orr
Old Man Swimming
When the Old Man of the Sea shapeshifting on the bottom
Tom Sleigh
IS LIGHT ENOUGH ?
Who’s there? I can’t seem to make out anything or anyone. Is
Lloyd Schwartz
Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up | Shall we praise the girls who will not come down | It’s about water that didn’t lose its shine
Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up
Aleksey Porvin
Dear American Amnesia
I know you are only trying to make
Denise Duhamel
In My Thorn Dream | In my Path Dream
The thing is the delicacy
Robin Behn
The Orders of the Ordinary
Death seemed no more
William Logan
On the Banks of the Allegheny
We had started over again—
William Logan
Clothes
Because other things needed buying,
Molly Peacock
Venice is Sinking | Window Shopping
Venice is sinking, Signora. Look –
Helen Bournas-Ney
Sister Dementia Remembers & Phone Booth
Enough of bosom, ass, and pillow—
Nancy Mitchell
Ayotzinapa
We bite the shadow
David Huerta
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