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She Painted Artichokes
You had nothing to say so you painted some splendid artichokes
Emmanuel Moses
Who Will Plant the Seeds of Svalbard and Orchard Fruit: Grafting
as far north you go as night you go night
Ginny Threefoot
The NewMath and Nor Easter
There may still be time to find the cosine of x. Under an à la mode
Partridge Boswell
A Progressive Disease
I feel my body getting away from me,
Floyd Skloot
Voyager parable and Parable of the Little Ghost
Today I am downhearted meaning sunken meaning mired
Leslie Harrison
My Polish and Another Poem
When I try to thank it, it shushes me. Then illuminates my way to the Exit.
Rick Hilles
The Lesson
It seems to me you don’t dare express yourself
Stuart Dybek
Qinghai and Tengchong
a prayer flag rolls around a heap of round stones
Song Lin
Letter to a Young Orgasm | Elegy for the Last Orgasm | The Orgasm and the Magic Maid
How could she not cry out when you pressed her to your flesh?
Nin Andrews
Notes on Desire
Archytas of Tarentum said the most fatal curse
Elizabeth Jacobson
“Bird or Old Man” translated from Bulgarian by Holly Karapetkova
He arrived with a bag full of fog.
Dostena Anguelova
The Dog Days of August and Elaine’s Story
What huge effort to move through
Alice Friman
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