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Nice Dark One
Yours is a noble bio, one note
Angie Estes
It was never he, | One might say I’ve fulfilled the miserable obligation of constructing myself.
It was never he,
Santiago Vizcaíno
A Brief Portfolio
“What is truth?” Pilate asked. Before Jesus could answer Pilate was on his way out the door.
Jeffrey Skinner
AN OTHER ROSE: FOR HENRI MICHAUX | FROM “ROSES: DEDICATIONS” | SINGING “ WITHOUT PEOPLE” | UNTITLED
There is an other rose – soul of my kith and kin!
Gennady Aygi
How Sad
Their kisses were bitterly thin,
Martha Rhodes
On Brueghel’s the Tower of Bable
Anybody calling this scheme stupid
William Trowbridge
Burning Leaves
Leaf-fires smell like
Chase Twichell
Outhouse with Maggots
Look at us. Please. Do not run away.
Bridget Lowe
My Last Deidre | The City of the Orgasm
I am a not woman. I am an orgasm.
Nin Andrews
In Which the Sea Rakes at My Window and Seemingly Unlike Me
and I wake rattled, as if to resist a long fall
Ellen Doré Watson
IX. Ophelia’s Garden | III. Tears
After the turtle shook the world from its shell,
Daniel Tobin
Taking It Back
Two weeks past Epiphany,
Joseph Bathanti
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