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My Friend, Nice Socks & The Last Dance
My friend wanted to have breakfast at the local strip club.
Peter Johnson
My Heart in Evening
In the evening one hears the sharp shrieks of bats.
Georg Trakl
A Brief Portfolio
Faces pass by like unheard explanations
William Olsen
Relapse
I loved bar light,
Maxine Scates
Waiting for Someone
Dark gray suit, dark green tie, dark
Matthew Thorburn
Train to Naples and “It’s Awful Plain”
Five ceramic half-ducks flew up the wall.
Kate Northrop
One of a Series
My daughter sees the sky from another angle, slate-blue reflected in a lake called living.
Joni Wallace
A Love Poem While Dissolving
I’m trying to say I love you, but Buckminster Fuller declared
David Wagoner
Concussion Test
Do you feel heartsick for aboriginal (original) people wearing baseball caps?
Bruce Cohen
Coattails
When I was eighteen, I wanted to write a screenplay based on my father’s life: from his birth in poverty, how his family gathered around one scant meal a day of potatoes and onions
Henry Israeli
Yahrzeit
This was the woman who remembered her childhood.
Mark Jarman
Human Technology
Sunlit & dangerous, this country road.
Nomi Stone
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