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The Gaping Trellis
Cigarette burns on drab naugahyde
Lisa Rose Bradford
In Praise of Transformations
Not always dramatic. Often soundless.
Margaret Gibson
Abramovic
The eyes are the edge of the central nervous system.
Rick Barot
Bodies on the Margins
The artist understands blood; or rather
Kwame Dawes
What is Grand
Don’t mumble
James Bertolino
Ars Poetica, with Cow
She went back to look at the beast, which lay immobile except for one eye watching the girl who stood helpless beside
Maureen Seaton
LIFE ON ENCELADUS
It’s snowing all the time at the south pole of Enceladus
Joyce Peseroff
from Nothing in the Dark
My mother would assuage my childhood night-fears by saying There's nothing in the dark that you can't see during
Fred Muratori
Ars Poetica Über Prompt (Not the Taxi Service)
Take the worst poem you’ve ever written but that you haven’t
Suzanne Lummis
Two Poems translated from the Arabic by Khaled Mattawa
I told myself, why not
Saadi Youssef
A Story about the Bees
I still have the bees
Derek JG Williams
WORDS IN THE WOODS
All the words that have been spoken here
Alberto Rios
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