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Suddenly, it’s over, and I hear!
Laura Kasischke
What If a House Could Draw its Own Blueprints? and The Decision
The house grows wild, floats
Susan Rich
Dream Sender
Tonight you’re soaring fearlessly over Prague
David Huddle
ORCA and PISMIRE
White Gladis, Gladis Clara, Gladis Filabres, Gladyi Tarij,
Carol Frost
Bah!
It is well-past old hat and hurt
Stephen Todd Booker
Death Machine
because the dead couldn’t speak
Tara Skurtu
Poem to Circe IV
Ancient bronzes, we reached the sea.
José Manuel Cardona
Mirror of the Invisible World
The crown of a milk tooth in a curve of jaw
Kelle Groom
Pensé Que Estabas Muerto
but your deaths existed the nights you didn’t come home.
Jules Jacob
Paying a Blind Man to Wash and Wax My Car
Maybe they’re right, friends who mock me,
Helen Pruitt Wallace
LIGHT OF THE MOON, PATRIMONY, AN UNWANTED LIGHT
We listened as a pair of owls rousted
Robert Wrigley
A Brief Portfolio
Shoulders slouched, neck one step ahead of her body,
Mihaela Moscaliuc
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