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A Convalescent Bed in a Field of Yellow Tulips
Your wires trail into a gopher hole.
Adam Tavel
Two Poems
If this gray house where I live, house
Martha Collins
Painting
all things look as if
André du Bouchet
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
So Much More Mournful than Before
This morning, remembering the end
Lawrence Raab
Mindfulness Training in La Jolla
That summer of Pokémon-go,
Carol Moldaw
The Birthdays of the Dead
It is an affront in their land
Charles O. Hartman
House of Sorrow, Vessel of Anarchy, I Will Not Name It Except to Say, Golem
Once I made a box to put a man in.
Lee Sharkey
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
Voicegrass and Incantation…translated from the Swedish by Bradley Harmon
the word the night bore
Katarina Frostenson
EASTHAM TURNIPS, ROUTE 6, NOVEMBER
Honor System, the sign tacked to a scrub oak said,
Gail Mazur
Sestina for an Idiom
I was fifteen and all fights with my father ended
Sadaf Halai
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