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Caravaggio’s Supper
They were tired and hungry when they found themselves just outside the village now known as
Sandra M. Gilbert
Meeting Shakespeare
I met Shakespeare in a hotel room downtown.
Austen Leah Rose
GDR CHINA | LAMB
My housekeeper had the dishes brought
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
Ultimatum
If I forget one character a day
Weijia Pan
First Days at the Conservancy
I’m looking out the window—Paula’s window—
Carol Moldaw
The Gifts
The closet where the black sweaters hang. Where the game of backgammon is played
Daniel Bourne
A Brief Portfolio
When the light goes out, and the book is set down
Campbell McGrath
mother of stains
a mother made of three buttons from three different sweaters
William Lessard
The House of Wittgenstein
He never saw the malls of Petaluma, nor met the amazing cricketeer Montezuma. He never heard a laugh track. We’d
Ira Sadoff
Mid-March
If, when I sit here in my study
Stewart Moss
The Oklahoma Purchase
William Howard Taft wouldn’t drink before dark.
Brian Henry
CONCRETE
Entry was easy
Arthur Vogelsang
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