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White Zinfandel
Again last night I dreamed the dream called Waiter.
Christopher Bakken
Nature
Looking through trees strangely into nature.
Ralph Angel
Afterimage
Do you remember those Cornell shadow boxes we saw at some
Frances Richey
Fragment
The past is a point of departure
Eric Pankey
God-Box
They give us a white cube, a paper box,
Mark Doty
Happiness on Earth
Especially if you were waking
Stephen Ackerman
ALCHEMICAL MEDITATION
It abides in secret on my pencil tip—
Daniel Tobin
“Dispatches from Terra Incognita”
Saturday, cold as a witch’s you know what. I’m at the Lab to give a urine sample.
Peter Johnson
July 4th
Tarred roads starting to buckle,
William Logan
Moss City
City down to the last nuance is moss,
Carol Frost
Shoulder
She flies south to visit me
Chelsea Wagenaar
LITTLE PIECES OF STRING TOO SMALL TO BE USED | INCEST | HER LISTS | BIRD SONGS
Granny's label on a box in her attic.
Wendy Barker
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