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The Cricket
You too have risen at midnight
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
The Wayfarer
When the wings of the triptych are open as
Linda Gregerson
Pedestrian Interval
The trick in all of this is to build well--
Mark Svenvold
MOMMY HARANGUES POOR RANDAL | TO RANDAL, CROW-STEALER, LORD OF THE GREENHOUSE
Money is self-comprehending,
Max Ritvo
A Back Road Near Calais, 1961
A Back Road Near Calais, 1961
Mark Jarman
Inner City Canal
This water tumbling over the canal locks
Michael Smith
PHAROAH
Whenever we were out on the dance floor, I always looked at your face, while you looked downward, inward, at
Paul Lisicky
A Convalescent Bed in a Field of Yellow Tulips
Your wires trail into a gopher hole.
Adam Tavel
A ROMANCE | DOUBLED MIDDAY
A creature without definite feelings. Better so.
Shamshad Abdullaev
Insomnia
It is a stain that feeds on moons
Ana Minga
To Anything at All
Our father who is neither ours nor a father but farther and nearer,
William Olsen
Wait a Minute, It’s Simple
As I chewed thoughtful fruit breakfast
Arthur Vogelsang
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