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An Occupation
The world will end in pink. Those clouds just above the horizon
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Little Torch
First there was delight, delight in the windchimes,
Katie Ford
She Dog | Mermaid
A ticky rain of blood from
Terese Svoboda
Sack
Ancient river bed hacked and carved whittled deep
John Kinsella
Synecdoche, New York
When you meet
Troy Jollimore
Green Girls
Wriggling on the bottles:
Terese Svoboda
Reading Julio Cortázar after turning 70
Years ago, there was your story about a man named John Howell.
Patricia Spears Jones
Two poems by Jan Wagner translated from German by David Keplinger
when you are digging in the wardrobe
Jan Wagner
My Father Taught Me To Fish | Hmmmmm
Why did we have to kill you.
Christopher Crawford
Centers of Gold, Aphrodisiacal & What We Do Lives On
The point, after all, with canvas, brush, and paint,
Patricia Clark
The Authentic Galleries
Begin again. Begin with the wound.
G.C. Waldrep
THE HEAD TRANSPLANT
They walk in and out of the room,
Marianne Boruch
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