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CYCLORAMA
Only with such care could history take form.
Christopher Kempf
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
Two Poems
Black, faux-leather cover with gold trim—
Alice Friman
All Night, Give or Take a Sloppy Hour
My neighbor’s patio light burns like an ember, burns cleanly, never mind circadian rhythms and light pollution,
Lance Larsen
What is Love in Tennis, and What is Love | Nude from Here to Eternity
If there’s personality in how you jump, then I wonder about
Dorothy Chan
A Brief Portfolio
Both before and after our marriage,
Chase Twichell
Homecoming
The birch trees want to be left alone.
Frannie Lindsay
Ode to the Google Maps Man
Gold-suited spaceman, terranaut,
Daniel Tobin
After Ungaretti
For the sake of argument, which
Christopher Buckley
La Bagatelle | Method | Dream Glance
in cursive yellow hung above
Christina Pugh
The Reckoning and 3AM
Shadows stretch across the pine floor
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
BIRD
I lived between the hemisphere of songbirds and the hemisphere
Bruce Smith
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