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Unfinished Business
Cleaning up, in the kitchen, she goes to wipe away a small black seed from the counter.
Lydia Davis
The Old Thoughts
Immersed, called forth—
Daniel Bourne
DOG CITY
We have seen you following the scent—
Carol Frost
A Brief Portfolio
Theatre people who know suppose them to bring good luck.
Stephanie Burt and Mara Hampson
Inner City Canal
This water tumbling over the canal locks
Michael Smith
Yellowphant and Don’t Forget
The circus so yellow and red stands on two feet,
Terese Svoboda
Notes Toward a Treatise on the Atlantic Periwinkle
None knows the song devoted to winkles.
Jennifer Atkinson
A Face, A Cup
The thousand hairline cracks in an aged face
Molly Peacock
The Mending Wall
No one noticed as I left both the tour group
James Davis May
Showering Behind the Zodiac’s Curtain
When blue hangs around me, I am
Diane Wakoski
Some Answers
No, I will not change.
Martha Silano
BUSH | SERIAL
Warms thieves.
Diane Vreuls
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