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THE SACRIFICE | BROWNACRE
nothing but blue
Monica Youn
Calendar
Some people, after the day
Andrea Cohen
THE HARVARD CLASSICS
My grandfather bought a set for his living room,
William Trowbridge
The Immortality Ode
Bill Evans is quiet, fingers still above the keys, But ready to begin again and
Brian Culhane
KINDNESS DETECTOR | TRUTH IN ADVERTISING |
It looks like a bamboo flute, but has a motor that draws air across a copper plate treated with chemicals which,
Charles Harper Webb
Eros Caught Napping
Eros at one time or another in the era before
Fortunato Salazar
Fable 7, 8 & 9
I knew a boy with swastikas on his sneakers. I never knew the story.
Bruce Bond
The Left Hand
clay votive offering
Fred Marchant
Poems ‘From Ruins and Other Poems’ translated from Arabic by Huda J. Fakhreddine
Something awakens amputated.
Samer Abu Hawwash
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
Two poems by Muyaka bin Haji, (1776—1840)
When she lays eggs, they’re not nurtured even if brooding them succeeds.
Muyaka bin Haji
A BAT IN THE HOUSE
swoops high, webbed little arms for
Marianne Boruch
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