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Triangulated
Is it the ship that's moving or the sea that's moving, the tide flowing against the ship?
Alpay Ulku
Occupation
As a peeper, some clear night, singing for a star,
Scott Withiam
Lost Tails, City of Money and Counting the Money
One day our tails fell off and lay at our feet like giant dead caterpillars.
Jeff Friedman
Whatever Alights
A zillion yeses to the titmice at my feeder,
Betsy Sholl
Three Poems
You suckered me, Legs—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Heisenberg’s Principle
Look. We’re somewhere
Christopher Buckley
Zacharia, Malachi
When the shepherd is stricken
Paul Hoover
The Real River
Gauze gaze, the present’s freeze never sticks.
Jennifer L. Knox
Crazy Hairdo, Crazier Head | Some Things to Consider Before We Proceed
Spector pinned down twins LaFlora and LaFauna like butterflies, trimmed their
Jennifer L. Knox
What Was Left Out
was the skirt my sister bought with the prize money
Elizabeth Weaver
from Nothing in the Dark
My mother would assuage my childhood night-fears by saying There's nothing in the dark that you can't see during
Fred Muratori
We Lay Our Fear in a Wicker Basket
Too drunk, walking around
Aaron Coleman
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