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A Brief Portfolio
Faces pass by like unheard explanations
William Olsen
Turn Back
Intergenerational sex is a trend, Jeannine said.
Marilyn Kallet
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
Rubbish Heap translated by Sasha Dugdale
I haven’t the strength to sing of you, resplendent rubbish heap!
Elena Shvarts
December, First Frost
A small green house sits beside the highway, fading into maple shade.
David Bottoms
Vanity
it’s easy to fritter your life away
Abdourahman Waberi
Doorbell: 5:14 AM
The policeman touches
Claudia Monpere
Three Poems
There, roots are
Gregory Orr
Hogmanay, Edinburgh
Past the iron fence on Princes Street
Stewart Moss
Stonesuck
It’s of course tempting
Mark Everett Wittmer
The Reckoning and 3AM
Shadows stretch across the pine floor
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
A Thin Membrane and For the New Parent
I knew she had a glass eye though she never spoke of it
Maria Dylan Himmelman
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