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St. Rose of Lima
Lips weary with chapped hallelujahs,
Tiana Nobile
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
Mowing
I never remember to ask what it is
Maxine Scates
Human Condition
The human condition isn’t some grinning
J.T. Barbarese
Birds in the Night
The French government, or was it the English government,
Luis Cernuda
Midsummer Paralysis
A nerve was severed in my jaw—I remember numbness.
Patricia Clark
Self-Portrait to Be Used in Meditation | 22 | Chesty Morgan and Her Crazy-Ass Titties
I have a live owl in my mouth instead of words;
Krzysztof Jaworski
Wilderness
The mind is a wilderness like Bartram’s, razed, cemented over, marked by rows
Carol Frost
The Water Returns
The water returns. The pools teem with newborn fish.
Vadim Mesyats
The Twenties
Consider the twenties, not Gatsby, not Daisy, not that old Roaring,
John Hodgen
Pensé Que Estabas Muerto
but your deaths existed the nights you didn’t come home.
Jules Jacob
Vocal
Outgrown, the prairie lot
Elisabeth Murawski
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