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Muxica
The border fence,
Alberto Rios
Three Poems
I remember a ditch of cattails, learning their names. How they rose by the bridge
Jane Springer
Post Structuralism
But the first idea was not to shape the clouds
Christopher Buckley
Thetis
We see her through her element, not
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
Birds There is No Moon
Birds there is no moon
Dorothea Lasky
Mass on the Beach
I’m trying not to wonder if the priest
Lexi Pelle
KINDNESS DETECTOR | TRUTH IN ADVERTISING
It looks like a bamboo flute, but has a motor that draws air across a copper plate treated with chemicals which,
Charles Harper Webb
You Don’t Travel Light, Life
is a cumbersome business.
Olga Maslova
I’ll Hang Around as Long as You Will Let Me
John Prine is dead on TV in the season before trees bear peaches
Jane Springer
Swan Song
I admit. In the beginning
Alice Friman
Sometimes,
I’ll crumple the paper before beginning to write
Mark Irwin
Shifts and Song for Sally
Middle school cafeteria duty monitoring ungainly, dour
Scott Withiam
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