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A Brief Portfolio: Five Poems
I found this suitcase slumped in a dark attic corner
Sydney Lea
Centerfold of the Year | Centerfold of the Month: Rabbit Season | Centerfold of the Month: Judgment
Full frontal I stand, knee-high socks and white heels,
Dorothy Chan
Purge
The Aryan Jesus, in Hitler’s painting
Bruce Bond
Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)
i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the
Campbell McGrath
Albatross
Driving toward
Karina Borowicz
Song of The Hoarse Bullhorn Holder
I eviscerated Vince, my prized pig, to calm the churning sea
Jennifer L. Knox
A God | A Poet | “Facesti come quei che va di notte…” | The Mocking of Ceres
Here lies a god who was obtuse, just like us.
Yves Bonnefoy
For Night to Fall
You could tell from the start that the best
Carl Phillips
LATE
The last time my father returned from work
Floyd Skloot
Travel Light
By all means take my suitcase, which now again
Pia Tafdrup
Lost Tails, City of Money and Counting the Money
One day our tails fell off and lay at our feet like giant dead caterpillars.
Jeff Friedman
go ahead, flash your badges
good, the heart is closed now
Aleks Zywicki
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