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To Fire
In my backyard, huddled over my magnifying
Lance Larsen
Vesper
The sky is blue for reasons other than atmospheric ones.
Chard deNiord
Back in the U.S.S.R
We weren’t the Beach Boys’ California girls,
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Sestina
The time is naturally over. It is another morning. Lie
Leah Umansky
Bosnia, Kentucky
Court documents say her name is Azra Bašic. In 1992, twin knives
Ellen Bass
Last Words
If only for those you leave behind,
William Trowbridge
Light and Dark
I like that the word light is powerful and yet so gentle, like a good man.
John Poch
Florida
Every beauty barbed, from the tiniest mites
Kimberly Johnson
ALERT
My phone sends me an alert:
Troy Jollimore
Lives of the Postmodern Poets
You were born too late.
Mark DeCarteret
Sister Dementia Remembers & Phone Booth
Enough of bosom, ass, and pillow—
Nancy Mitchell
POSTCARD WITH A CITY’S AERIAL VIEW AT NIGHT
To think that each lit window there
Laure-Anne Bosselaar
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