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Posthumous Cabin
And got away to it, and left the work to others
William Olsen
Skin and Arioso
I am sending off my blood for the story of who I am.
Bruce Bond
After the Invention of Polystyrene a Ligurian Goat Crosses the Equator
Abut in a tailspin, mad spark
Marc Vincenz
“Dispatches from Terra Incognita”
Saturday, cold as a witch’s you know what. I’m at the Lab to give a urine sample.
Peter Johnson
Why I Haven’t “Outgrown Surrealism,” No Matter What That Moron Reviewer Wrote
I still love the sound of breaking,
Dean Young
BUD
Five years of nothing. Then, one night she calls
Peter Campion
Letter to a Cyclist and Early Spring
The cyclist who’s rushing for the usual gold
Guy Goffette
The Killing
While Abraham binds his son’s hands,
Jeff Friedman
Ana Varela Tafur translated from Spanish by Yaccaira Salvatierra
By the banks or the center of a river,
Ana Varela Tafur
The Village Crow
The village crow knew everything—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Halloween
It is as quiet as the death of the dead no one knows
Hugo Claus
Holy Day
A holy day
Keith Althaus
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