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Dead Tree in the Back Yard & Gait
You aren’t mine. A lot line
Charles O. Hartman
Without Apology
Things happen. We’ve been promised
Annette Barnes
True West
We return by foot from pre-plantation oaks,
Daniel Tobin
THE COMPLETE LIST OF EVERYTHING
Plow blade excavated from a tomb
Eric Pankey
Objects in Mirror Are Larger than They Appear
That beautiful girl on a bicycle smoking a cigarette:
Frannie Lindsay
Who Pays
Lord I have eaten and I don’t
Shane McCrae
Hunger Abstract
A black cat
Devin Johnston
To Fire
In my backyard, huddled over my magnifying
Lance Larsen
DOG CITY
We have seen you following the scent—
Carol Frost
A Few Estrogen Stories to Help Balance the Scales | Beasts of Burden
Imagine half a million Vietnamese up to their heinies slogging rice paddies for a year, and you have the salary of the
Lance Larsen
BORN ON
The twelfth of July, like Neruda, wouldn’t
Stuart Friebert
The Stranger
A quick call
Timothy Liu
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