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Free Descent
It seemed I had always been kicking
Martha Serpas
A History of Mirrors
We’ve accidentally collided with something real tonight
Colin Pope
BUD
Five years of nothing. Then, one night she calls
Peter Campion
Two Poems
War catches a man with a shopping bag
Ludmila Khersonsky
A Brief Portfolio
Faces pass by like unheard explanations
William Olsen
On the Way to the Acupuncturist
In the wrong lane, the slow one—
Carol Moldaw
Forced March
I remembered it wrong, the scene in the film
Susan Aizenberg
Lion Cub & Whales
We’d taken to being clever, or is that merely mischievous?
Carol Potter
To a Man in Rags Holding Out a Cup | A 100-year-old Man Asks Me to Write about Something
I don’t have much
Frannie Lindsay
Tattoos | Tattoos
They come with stories. Like the woman whose thorny twist
Rebecca Goss
What, Me?
When we’re in a car together I worry we’ll die and the world will lose its role models.
Maureen Seaton
Missed Romance & The Image
An old black and white photograph
Ramón García
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