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Spit
Some progress is anything but.
David Rivard
Two poems by Krystyna Lenkowska translated from Polish by Cecilia Woloch
When I was young
Krystyna Lenkowska
Song
It wasn’t a goat’s head swaying in the tree. It was a ferret
Nicole Callihan
CREATION MYTH
We never expected this. Shapes
Danielle Blau
Bailed Out
And once we climbed over the wire fence
Katia Kapovich
Intelligent Design & Miramar Point
7, 8, 9 years old,
Christopher Buckley
Kennedy
Based on the private messages I receive
Stephanie Burt
Turn Back
Intergenerational sex is a trend, Jeannine said.
Marilyn Kallet
EPHEBE WITH CYPRIPEDIUM
Sweet ephebe, dear good friend,
Simona Popescu
IT’S A CLASS THING
She looked better
Annette Barnes
Where Birds Sleep
It goes down and the birds go to sleep.
Carol Potter
Nude with Pebbles
Flowers fall. And I noticed
Ralph Angel
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