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Pentimento
Meet me by the shadows & ponds of light where
Heidi Seaborn
3:14 PM
This blue pen I am holding
Matthew Zapruder
Fable 7, 8 & 9
I knew a boy with swastikas on his sneakers. I never knew the story.
Bruce Bond
Notes From Sick Rooms
Who really wants to be a caregiver?
Molly Peacock
Poet’s Walk, Central Park Mall
Shakespeare, Robert Burns, and Fitz-Greene Halleck
Grace Schulman
Three Orgasm Poems
She thinks success would be her best revenge. It’s not enough for her now, merely to be alive. Or to feel bliss in brief
Nin Andrews
AFTER THUNDERSTORMS IN OKLAHOMA
The sky becomes sickly,
Hala Alyan
Borges at Dolphin Books: New Orleans, 1982
He props his cane between Maps & True Crime,
David Wojahn
Poem
I’m going to pretend I’m a painter and just
Jeffrey Harrison
The Harrow Plow
Each spring it sank a little further down
Adam Tavel
Someone Is Walking the Pig
Someone is walking the pig in our downstairs hallway, where the shops are.
Fleda Brown
Pomade
It has been so long since anyone has touched it
David Keplinger
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