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Naked City
Apprehended in Herald Square carrying the head of his sister-in-law
Ron Slate
Breakfast, the most important poem
So far, pockets are good
Bob Hicok
The NewMath and Nor Easter
There may still be time to find the cosine of x. Under an à la mode
Partridge Boswell
Three Poems
Our lives are so brief, she says,
D. Nurkse
Three Poems
My fingers grow white with winter, blood
Traci Brimhall
What Almost Killed You
Hello, my name is a long drive home from the bar
Bill Stratton
Two Poems
For the second time, yet not the last, in this
Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow
IN JANUARY
Low sky, slow air, and nothing much
Julie Bruck
SECRET AGENT | GUARDIAN OF THE EGG
A long armed monkey lurks by the far
Susan Rich
By the Numbers
The number of times intuition told me I had dodge
Nicole Caruso Garcia
And Now, As Promised
How lousy are your prospects when you
William Trowbridge
Woman, Man, Tepoztlán
Mother, today I met a man.
Kristina Andersson Bicher
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