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Isle of the Narrator
It's true these boots were taken from a dead man,
Amy Beeder
A BAT IN THE HOUSE
swoops high, webbed little arms for
Marianne Boruch
Hyphen
Blue-black on my inked page,
Joan Larkin
CREATION MYTH
We never expected this. Shapes
Danielle Blau
Shot | Total Eclipse
Don’t be distracted by
Joseph Campana
Laboring to explain
in Ants and Men: Island Apocalypse,
Rebecca Seiferle
The Conscious Fruit Fly
This means fruit fly the scholar.
Michael Earl Craig
Echo (and Narcissus)
I saw it in midcentury
Christina Pugh
The Cormorant
They slip the string
Lee Upton
A Hole in My Backyard
I get very nervous, I admit.
John Wall Barger
Che Fai Di Bello
They are burning the fields in
Angie Estes
Invocation
I would like beamed to me from the Muse's tower high atop Parnassus
Richard Hoffman
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