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It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back | Out of the crimson dawn one third the size of an icon’s
It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back –
Mikhail Eremin
Who Are You?
who are you? the effect of well fed herds?
Tomaž Šalamun
Square of Beveled Glass
Hag––first thought.
Joan Larkin
The Dead, At Home,
snag on brush and low cactus.
Paul Nemser
go ahead, flash your badges
good, the heart is closed now
Aleks Zywicki
I’m Going to Bed When You Go to Bed
Let someone else learn the borders of every country’s will,
Laurie Lamon
Yes
Yes, all things of water and our days rounded with light, yes,
Mark Irwin
Bear Sometimes Thinks He’s Dead & Shelf Life
But lately he’s observed the Hermit Thrush
David Huddle
Early Elegy: Telephone Booth | Early Elegy: Cursive
Its remains: a plexiglass crypt robbed
Claudia Emerson
Trompe L’oeil –Not a Painting
From 30,000 feet
Bonnie Riedinger
The Neighbor’s War and Walking Backwards
Through my kitchen window I can watch
Maura Stanton
The Dirty Orgasm, The Eleanor Ross Taylor Poems & Aren’t You Ashamed
I know what you think. I’m the orgasm poet. I have nothing else to write about. I should stop.
Nin Andrews
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