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Game with a Mad Bounce
The child and I are kicking a pebble down the road--
D. Nurkse
Human Technology
Sunlit & dangerous, this country road.
Nomi Stone
TAROT: THE EMPRESS
Earth pours wet, quick scimitars
Annie Finch
By the Numbers
The number of times intuition told me I had dodge
Nicole Caruso Garcia
Labyrinth (Lear)
A poorly timed abdication. A madness
Kathleen Graber
LA LONGUE DURÉE
It’s a far cry from the blaze we light
Angie Estes
THE HARVARD CLASSICS
My grandfather bought a set for his living room,
William Trowbridge
Two Poems
Black, faux-leather cover with gold trim—
Alice Friman
Paying a Blind Man to Wash and Wax My Car
Maybe they’re right, friends who mock me,
Helen Pruitt Wallace
A FLOW STONE IN CO. CLARE
You want to fathom me,
Daniel Tobin
Five Orgasms after reading Lydia Davis
You are sleeping beside me, but I can’t sleep, not in this roadside hotel smelling of new carpet and cigarettes. It’s late.
Nin Andrews
WINDOWS (after Baudelaire)
You never see as much in an open window as you will looking at it when it’s closed.
J.T. Barbarese
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