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In the Late Style of Eros
Loneliness is a female shark
Virginia Konchan
Family Once Removed and Who Cooks for You?
I like to be alone
Judy Katz
Preludes and Fugues, Cycle C
Watch your cat leap up in fright and flee
Emmanuel Moses
A Brief Portfolio
I was in sixth grade when I twirled Stephanie Comb’s
Nin Andrews
America
America, I have a friend for whom everything went south
Kathleen Graber
ALERT
My phone sends me an alert:
Troy Jollimore
My Surly Heart
You don’t know what lives
David Huddle
At the perennial exchange
At the perennial exchange, you will swap half a hosta
Jane Zwart
SELF PORTRAIT IN THE BACKYARD AS MOTHER
Tulip-bellied, fists full of weeds, the baby shuffles over the wet grass,
Nicole Cooley
Bunch of Asparagus and Asparagus
Bundle on a wet bed
Daniel Bosch
Elegy & Brooklyn, 1957
My brother told me we would join the Wide
Floyd Skloot
Until Recently I Had Believed In Something Like Lack | Until Only Last Week I Hadn’t Thought
Until recently I had believed in something like lack
Edward Mayes
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