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Feral
Ex. A house. A trampoline. A raised garden bed. A Ford Bronco. A Cabbage Patch doll
Ashley Dailey
The Loneliness of His Death
I like to think there’s a place where all the poets go
Sharon Dolin
The Shadow of Love
A man falls in love with a shadow
Nin Andrews
On a Version of “Lady with Lapdog” | Synch
How clever, to leave out all the articles, thereby suggesting their story, their plight, were less a story than a portrait
Steve Bradbury
Turn Back
Intergenerational sex is a trend, Jeannine said.
Marilyn Kallet
Homecoming
The birch trees want to be left alone.
Frannie Lindsay
Wisdom
Friends may be starting to say
Frannie Lindsay
Gun Notes
This man and I softly discussed hunting
David Huddle
Rats
Sudden underfoot, this one cries back
Dora Malech
Piano Epistemology, Apostrophes and Beauty
I’m pretty sure this piano exists,
Billy Collins
Closed Eye Vision of Independence Day
Dazzled drunks are bent over with laughter,
William Olsen
Family
None of my friends called their grandmother Nana.
Alan Shapiro
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