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POPULATION ZERO
Cockroaches ignored the winter dawn
Carol Frost
Essay: Domestic
Brassiere
Chelsea Wagenaar
A Photo Of My Father That Doesn’t Actually Exist and Take The Body From The Ground
Her clothing says Old Europe
Joshua Mensch
THE OMEN IN WOMEN
It is only playing Words With Friend
Denise Duhamel
Poem With A Ghost Town
I am the town that everyone left
Cynthia Atkins
Dust
You return with us to the grave,
Hoyt Rogers
Crucifixion
One minute he’s looking at you, full-size, in anguish,
Dore Kiesselbach
Bed
I haven’t got a fingernail or bed
Sarah Arvio
Pathetic Fallacy
Jog through this suburb at a blue hour
Major Jackson
The Left Hand
clay votive offering
Fred Marchant
Proof of Poetry
I wanted first to end up as a drunk in the gutter
Tom Sleigh
Three Stages of Friendship and Grief
I was wondering if your eyelashes had fallen out
Elizabeth Jacobson
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