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Morning, Redux | Drift Road
Another morning in the obscure,
William Logan
Hapax Legomenon
Literally “thing said once,
Danielle Blau
Reading About Keith Jarrett This Morning in the Paper and Ode to the Table of Contents
how he probably won’t play in public again
Jessica Greenbaum
Skin and Arioso
I am sending off my blood for the story of who I am.
Bruce Bond
Family Way
In my family, when any one of the women of my grandmother’s generation dreamt of fish she would get on the phone to
Sean Hill
Alexandru (1904 – 1984)
You cross the hill by wagon to Românești. Airplanes stretch ropes of milk in our way not unlike the wire you’d
Moni Stanila
Night Watch
It’s instant art: transmuted to the net
D.M. Thomas
Lava Lakes and Petrified Forests in the Afterlife
I watched a roomful of faces exert effort to remain unrevealed
Dara Wier
The Lord Is a Man of War | Far Desert Region | The Day-Shift Sleeps, | [Does the war want
The Lord is a man of war
Katie Ford
I Dreamed of Obama on the Night of His First Election
He stirred the coals of my dwindling campfire. We were alone. Blue tendrils of smoke punctuated the Mesozoic haze
Kathleen Flenniken
Imperial Crimson
There is no way I can write ‘producing meanings’ as my job in the CV,
Yuliia Vereta
Angles | Bad News
The master speaks to a tree.
Pamela Alexander
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