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The Plumber is Here
The plumber is here
Hsia Yü
All Night, Give or Take a Sloppy Hour
My neighbor’s patio light burns like an ember, burns cleanly, never mind circadian rhythms and light pollution,
Lance Larsen
Night World | The Gentle Soul
The barbed-wire vines
William Logan
Flour, Eggs, Milk, Baking Powder, Salt and God
O Best Beloved, tell me, if you know, why—
Suzanne Lummis
Before | Ode to Late Autumn, Auvillar
The American poet died of head trauma
Marilyn Kallet
Agreeable Subjects
When a past father of mine makes an appearance
Carolina Hotchandani
Poem Beginning with a Line from Levis
As if we’re put on the earth to forget the ending,
Gabriella R. Tallmadge
Phone Call: Lesson in Style and The Story of Civilization
“Everything feels all swollen and puffy, like my brain
Tom Sleigh
Bystander Effect, Permanence and Weapon
Your weapon is an eraser.
Tara Skurtu
Strange that Penelope
does not question or pray in a selfish manner
Katherine Soniat
Poem with No Content
No, not even under reconstruction, you’ve been deactivated. A breach of contract,
Cynthia Atkins
Poem With A Ghost Town
I am the town that everyone left
Cynthia Atkins
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