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The Central
When we were hungry and my mother was
J. Allyn Rosser
Zodiacal Light: A Dialogue
To see it, you look to the north
Patricia Clark
On Sadness | On Beauty
I noticed something strange and beautiful about the word “sad.”
Kathleen Ossip
CONGREGATION | AT LAST
We are six strangers gathered
Floyd Skloot
Old Lithographed Landscape & Woolgathering
A causeway wavers all the tilted days
Alexander Dickow
Feral
Ex. A house. A trampoline. A raised garden bed. A Ford Bronco. A Cabbage Patch doll
Ashley Dailey
The Cocoon, I Started Slowly & Morning’s Only Yellow
Visiting my cousin’s church I found
Betsy Sholl
A Brief Portfolio
“Digital streaming, brother, rates of flow in time
Peter Campion
Government Center
Screeching right up to us through downtown Friday traffic.
Peter Campion
Diptych
I’m hammering nails into the stretchers,
Alice Rose George
Woman, Man, Tepoztlán
Mother, today I met a man.
Kristina Andersson Bicher
Toshno
Marina is trying to describe Raskolnikov’s interior state
Barbara Hamby
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