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My Groundhog
I had a groundhog in my back yard.
Gardner McFall
At the Kitchen Sink and While the Cows Stood Still
I stand over the sink
Anne Shafmaster
Booklet, Hand-Pressed Paper, Containing Locks of School-Children’s Hair, c. 1861
Wound on a bobbin like thread. Woven into a wreath
Nicole Cooley
The Bahá’í School
It stood at the top of a steep hill that sloped all the way down to the Pisquataqua River, which even then I knew was tidal.
Lindsay Stuart Hill
LOOKING FOR ZAGAJEWSKI UNDER THE COUCH
If his book of poems isn’t there
Tim Suermondt
Snow and Minerals
Rouge. It’s not a rose, it’s rouge.
Tomaž Šalamun
Obit
At this beat-up plywood slab across the beat-up
Brian Swann
Outhouse with Maggots
Look at us. Please. Do not run away.
Bridget Lowe
GETTING READY THE HOUSE | THEY ARE MOVING ALONG
My friend goes to visit his grave
Affonso Romano Sant’Anna
Ruler of Everything
The Ruler of Everything proclaims blood-colored
Amy Gerstler
Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)
i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the
Campbell McGrath
Nudes I & II
Once she crosses the threshold
Leeya Mehta
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