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Heat, filthy, gut-sick heat in my city’s cobblestone streets.
Teresa Cader
SUNDAYS | ALONE
Mournful Sunday afternoons in winter,
Georges Rodenbach
Mishap
At the soiree, a hot ticket zooms off with a hot potato into the toy
Bruce Cohen
Mirror of the Invisible World
The crown of a milk tooth in a curve of jaw
Kelle Groom
A Nun to be Named
I’ve been thinking about the nun who wouldn’t let me pee in fifth grade.
Peter Johnson
White Zinfandel
Again last night I dreamed the dream called Waiter.
Christopher Bakken
Gusto
Skin the asparagus for their lives,
Molly Peacock
Blind Trust
In the nod of a cow as, stiff-legged,
Joan Houlihan
Over
Suddenly, it’s over, and I hear!
Laura Kasischke
From A Line By Kawabata
A solitary shadow in stillness
Ron Slate
When My Son Is Dead 14 Years
These are the years I bargain with God.
Alexis Rhone Fancher
First Communion, forty-two and the unnamed
I shall sit here, on this bench,
Kristian Koželj
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