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Boots and Bayonet
My platoon a loose group cross-legged
Karen Skolfield
Miss Lola Ridge (1873-1941)
The fire of the world is running through me.
Terese Svoboda
A Canticle Rehearsal in The Temple and The Waters Do Not Return, Even to Meribà
Oh, I am tired of my land,
Salvador Espriu
Nudes I & II
Once she crosses the threshold
Leeya Mehta
κάθαρσης
Dr. Clark ordered daisies
Ron Smith
Head of a Woman with the Horns of a Ram
I used to curse the sidewalk ice
Katie Hartsock
The Last Few Feet
And so the thyme fell and spilled a neat pile
John A. Nieves
LITTLE PIECES OF STRING TOO SMALL TO BE USED | INCEST | HER LISTS | BIRD SONGS
Granny's label on a box in her attic.
Wendy Barker
A Brief Portfolio
As the fight went on my father set
Floyd Skloot
Meditation on a Shower Rod at the Super 8
You and I are snake bit. Can we postpone?
Amanda Newell
The Age of the Onion
The onion is a Book of Revelations, diced to proverb-size.
David Keplinger
Checkerboard Mesa
Dear mesa, dome of rock, do you remember your deep past?
Robin Rosen Chang
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