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While we were kissing that year, the icebergs were sleeping,
Paul Hoover
IT’S A CLASS THING
She looked better
Annette Barnes
Sonnet for a Tall Flower Blooming at Dinnertime
Southern Flower, I want to quote the bard,
Yona Harvey
BRAINS | ECLIPSE
You didn’t have any
Tara Skurtu
A Terribly Sentimental Fork
As unmined silver,
Amy Gerstler
Swan Song
I admit. In the beginning
Alice Friman
Wool Cap
Flip is coming for dinner, I hear his car driving past the house.
A.L. Snijders
But the Avant-Garde
did find ways to wear TV as clothing--the monitors,
Christina Pugh
Leave It Lay Where Jesus Flung It
What a colossal wrong fall she took—that mastodon caught
Jane Springer
On Friendship, Haiku, Lust, and Blame
Eye of hurricane,
David Lehman
Delete the Bird
My will was just a constant cuckoo
Elizabeth Metzger
The Look
I’ll never tell Ethan I listen to him sing
Steven Cramer
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