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Hapax Legomenon
Literally “thing said once,
Danielle Blau
The Little Engine
He is not an engine that could. Busted up, broken and backward, call him “fucked-up,”
Rebecca Cook
I Can’t Tell If the Light Is Whispering “Loss” in My Ear or Imprinting Darkness on My Body
At the last house,
Chris Vasantkumar
POSTCARD WITH A CITY’S AERIAL VIEW AT NIGHT
To think that each lit window there
Laure-Anne Bosselaar
As It Happens
As it happens, there was nothing left, so much to do, a plethora
Phillis Levin
A Brief Portfolio
Not built to just do it
Lia Purpura
DOG CITY
We have seen you following the scent—
Carol Frost
Homecoming
The birch trees want to be left alone.
Frannie Lindsay
A Story of Mother Mary I Could Believe
The woman who was Mary knew things.
Nin Andrews
SINGER | LOTUS CROSS-DRESS |
If you’ve heard the cant of the auctioneer, the
Christina Pugh
The Host of Turns
We were gathered in this kind of circus-tent,
Antonio Machado
Three More Claims to Fame
Claim to Fame #7 : Early Boyfriend
Lydia Davis
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