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Flowers in a Vase
The dahlias' unopened buds poke like periscopes above their clownish mass
Don Bogen
Divorce Party Bonfire
As in a secret rite
Alan Shapiro
Death Machine
because the dead couldn’t speak
Tara Skurtu
So What
My mind’s a ringing phone
Elizabeth A. I. Powell
SOME FAITH
God we need rain. And white flowers.
Barbara Ras
The Last Orgasm
Sometimes I think of the innocent live
Nin Andrews
On Brueghel’s Massacre of the Innocents
He’s switched the scene from Bethlehem
William Trowbridge
In the Vanguard
It takes a few notes, a very few notes, to undo the bare bones of a person. Where formerly we were piecework in a
Ira Sadoff
Bridge Thrill
After two days of TV airlifts and wheels-to-the-sky
Terese Svoboda
It’s the stage of grief where [I become a transparent eyeball]
I become a transparent eyeball. I am nothing. I see all.
Emily Skaja
Translated from Spanish by María José Zubieta
Como el que desvelado
Idea Vilariño
My Polish and Another Poem
When I try to thank it, it shushes me. Then illuminates my way to the Exit.
Rick Hilles
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