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The Ant’s Plunder
When I stuck out my hand to grab the iron door handle, a hidden ant attacked my right
Xi Chuan
True Bug | I Will Be Good
I’ve been talking to a bug all winter.
Cleopatra Mathis
L’Heure Bleue
Who was the first to say darkness “falls”?
Barbara Ras
N33P14 and N33P29
Cloud cover
Hank Lazer
Hurdy Gurdy
Like a grumbler who claims a five year old
Betsy Sholl
05-08 | 07-03 | 07-24 Three from The Ringing of the Rain has a Forgiving Grace
We all become the raindrops’ filling in the blanks
Ye Mimi
The Poets
They are farmers, really--
Linda Pastan
Without You
I was doing just fine, a job, a home,
Timothy Liu
Boy in a Hole
The boy meant to help his father
Maxine Scates
The Birthday Ceremony
Seventeen rooms of long maroon
Cynthia Cruz
Letter to a Young Orgasm | Elegy for the Last Orgasm | The Orgasm and the Magic Maid
How could she not cry out when you pressed her to your flesh?
Nin Andrews
What, Me?
When we’re in a car together I worry we’ll die and the world will lose its role models.
Maureen Seaton
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