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Naked City
Apprehended in Herald Square carrying the head of his sister-in-law
Ron Slate
January in West Texas
Once, I preferred nights. How they arrived one tied to the next like silk scarves, knots of daylight between them. I
Chloe Honum
Little Pea: A Brief Portfolio
Sometimes I think I shouldn’t write about my past.
Nin Andrews
A History of Mirrors
We’ve accidentally collided with something real tonight
Colin Pope
Food of Love & Thing-in-Itself
If the vamp and rub of planets,
Nancy Naomi Carlson
Two Poems
All the twists in all the tongues, all
Amit Majmudar
In Waterplace Park on Our 15th Anniversary
I’m waiting for you on the bank of the river,
Julie Danho
Flight, Ours & A Burn So Bad It Requires Ice
We’re in bad, we’re in terrible, shape
Steven Cramer
END OF LIFE DISCUSSION
She speaks for him, her husband’s deepening
Rafael Campo
Incident in the Park
Working back from the moment I rose off the bench,
Kathleen Flenniken
DINNER AT LYNN AND LINDA’S WITH KEN AND JACK
Dinner tonight with two married gay couples
Jim Daniels
Against Surrealism | Anima
The human heart weighs ten ounces, but I don’t know if it can float. I don’t suppose it makes sense to say I feel like
Christopher Kennedy
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