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All the time I pray to Buddha…
Issa, I killed 8 gophers this fall, held
Elizabeth Jacobson
Mr. Blake’s Skin Don’t Dirt
Because the vanishing point hovers
Maurice Manning
My Obituary
Will it merit a full column in The Post or The Times
Linda Pastan
The Alone-Doors
Don’t try this at home.
Jim Daniels
Borges at Dolphin Books: New Orleans, 1982
He props his cane between Maps & True Crime,
David Wojahn
The Palm Reader & Fire Horse
These blithe lines
Ekiwah Adler-Belendez
Kyoto, Without Me
chills and goes dark. At this very instant
Nathalie Anderson
George Orwell Sucks
How can a word evocative of so much pleasure,. both adult and infantile, find itself used – by almost everybody – in
Stephen Dunn
Squirrel Hour
The wind goes into the backyard pines,
Jonathan Weinert
MISSA CORONA SPINEA Good Friday, Macomb County
On one side of one dumpster
Greg Sendi
Pacific
Balconies and streams
Peter Campion
The Hardworking Man
On the island where I grew up, the hardworking man is the ideal man. The
Nin Andrews
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