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small town saxaphone
men in rain, thin and fine halos of hair,
Zhu Zhu
Brothers
Who eats with a jaw half-cranked with counterweight
Laura Kolbe
More Reason
Though you may be a scribe in ancient Egypt
Carl Dennis
The Tiger | Friendship
In a tourist magazine about the amusements of Rome,
Karl Kirchwey
It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back | Out of the crimson dawn one third the size of an icon’s
It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back –
Mikhail Eremin
Dark Enough
I found her long black coat
Dean Young
Wilderness
The mind is a wilderness like Bartram’s, razed, cemented over, marked by rows
Carol Frost
Lamentations
America more guns more than us
Martha Collins
News from Nowhere
The sea handles laundry
Fred D’Aguiar
CHINATOWN
I almost bought a lucky dragon
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
Until Recently I Had Believed In Something Like Lack | Until Only Last Week I Hadn’t Thought
Until recently I had believed in something like lack
Edward Mayes
ALCHEMICAL MEDITATION
It abides in secret on my pencil tip—
Daniel Tobin
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