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Ars Poetica
The shell of the papershell pecan can easily be broken
Angie Estes
After Our Parents Get Divorced, Our Mother Buys an Ivy Stencil
In the small white bedroom
Brandi George
The Freud Museum
It’s 1938. Here’s moss on red brick
Ruth Padel
At Once People at the End of Their Lives
come from common spaces to move around
Matthew James Babcock
For the Child Molester
Let him sleep right through it—
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
SOMETHING LIKE A WING
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he hid in his
Robert Clinton
I Offer This Container
Monkeys of fresh rage born again—
Jeffrey Skinner
SCENE FROM A PHOTOGRAPH IN A DREAM
What was I doing in my childhood room again?
Jeffrey Harrison
A Five-Years-Late Note to Jake Adam York
In Chicago, where the light plows over the lake into convention
John A. Nieves
Moss City
City down to the last nuance is moss,
Carol Frost
On the Subject of the Navel
Very little has been written
George David Clark
Bending Truth to Advantage
From Robert Lowell’s poem “Those Before Us,” these final lines: “Pardon them for existing.
Scott Withiam
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