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the year that is when Churchill begged
Stuart Friebert
Crow Poison
stumbled drunkenly
Jules Jacob and Sonja Johanson
The Clacklet
Buttons taken from a sewing box
Julie Hanson
Ode to Cabeza de Vaca
What good is it to see for miles and miles,
Bruce Weigl
In the Vanguard
It takes a few notes, a very few notes, to undo the bare bones of a person. Where formerly we were piecework in a
Ira Sadoff
Therapon, III, 5
…you whose waters never breathe whose
Bruce Bond and Dan Beachy-Quick
The Big Blow
After the snow-soused April gale I wandered
Sydney Lea
Lily of the Forest
On the slopes of Mt. Ślęża, the cult
Daniel Bourne
Abramovic
The eyes are the edge of the central nervous system.
Rick Barot
American Upanishad (IV)
The I is a pillar,
Amit Majmudar
What, Me?
When we’re in a car together I worry we’ll die and the world will lose its role models.
Maureen Seaton
Fable 7, 8 & 9
I knew a boy with swastikas on his sneakers. I never knew the story.
Bruce Bond
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