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A ROMANCE | DOUBLED MIDDAY
A creature without definite feelings. Better so.
Shamshad Abdullaev
Two poems by Louis-Philippe Dalembert translated from French by Nancy Naomi Carlson
dune of a beauty
Louis-Philippe Dalembert
My Friend, Nice Socks & The Last Dance
My friend wanted to have breakfast at the local strip club.
Peter Johnson
The Latch
One sound, the click of the latch on the gate,
Maurice Manning
Standing in a Field
what I saw
Marilyn A. Johnson
Mantra Post- Storm Desmond
After thirty-six hours indoors while Desmond
John Kinsella
The Public Servants and Amateur
To be delivered by a sad man standing in a single light.
Jason Waldrop
Errand
The fawn was
David Baker
The All-Overs, This is Where God Stays When He’s in Town and Mr. Jackson’s Killer
I like words like gallimaufry, tawdry, billingsgate—braggadocio! Rodomontade.
David Kirby
The Morgue is Closed & Pélican Dans Sa Píeté
Any décor depresses when it shows
Martha Serpas
Horse Under the Apple Tree
How can I tell you what aging is
J.P. White
How I Felt the First Time I Tried It
Like a clam’s tongue muscling
Arielle Kaplan
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