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The Discarded Christmas Trees
lie on the sidewalks of New York:
Estha Weiner
THE INSURGENCY OF TEARS IS TO ERADICATE SADNESS AND HOLD JOY AS CLOSE AS THE MOON
Mike’s at The Whitney.
Matthew Lippman
Still Life with Clouds and Eyes on the Prize
Many white ones
Billy Collins
Guitar & Lantern
The boy with prosthetic limbs is the flame
Bruce Bond
SINGER | LOTUS CROSS-DRESS |
If you’ve heard the cant of the auctioneer, the
Christina Pugh
Fragment
The past is a point of departure
Eric Pankey
An Intimate Moment of Protestant Despair Witnessed on the Four O’ Clock Train
He put down his Wall Street Journal,
Tony Hoagland
Suburban Landscape, Summer
Me, young and girlish, flesh not yet mourning.
Julianna Baggott
Notes From Sick Rooms
Who really wants to be a caregiver?
Molly Peacock
Lüneburg Station, April 30, 1976
It’s 5:45 am, sleepy car-landscape
Nicolas Born
Seesaw
The sun was overhead. The playground steamed.
Bhisham Bherwani
Forced March
I remembered it wrong, the scene in the film
Susan Aizenberg
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