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The Palm Reader & Fire Horse
These blithe lines
Ekiwah Adler-Belendez
Observatory at the Prison
The day is warm, so we take chips and pop from the visitation-room vending machines to a
Debra Nystrom
KINDNESS DETECTOR | TRUTH IN ADVERTISING
It looks like a bamboo flute, but has a motor that draws air across a copper plate treated with chemicals which,
Charles Harper Webb
To a High Aircraft | Palazzo Maldura
While now by slow degrees
Karl Kirchwey
Dirt
Just after Wierex etched a toddler Christ
Linda Bierds
Thanksgiving Near Cape Coast & Pine Cones: April 2020
Churning along through viscous mud,
Rachel Hadas
It’s the stage of grief where [I become a transparent eyeball]
I become a transparent eyeball. I am nothing. I see all.
Emily Skaja
A Brief Portfolio
By then I was leaving,
David Rivard
Two Fat Braids Crossed at the Crown
Mishearing you holding out the gadget plug,
Arielle Greenberg
Uplight
The uplight is where I want to be, above and looking, and looking over.
Leah Umansky
Ars Poetica, with Cow
She went back to look at the beast, which lay immobile except for one eye watching the girl who stood helpless beside
Maureen Seaton
Little Torch
First there was delight, delight in the windchimes,
Katie Ford
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