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Dryer
This seemingly permanent revolution,
James Pollock
Paean for the Players
The pale actor’s mouth
April Bernard
Somebody’s Got My Hair | Cuffed
Somebody’s got my hair, I said to my lover, who stood in front of the mirror in a long white t-shirt brushing out her
Jeff Friedman
Pull Off on Old Lyme Road to Fuck
Because I would have given everything for you to want to talk to me you remain the sound of street lamps
Rogan Kelly
Oloid and Pareidolia
Saturday, awake to the raw April outside. A dream that was on my tongue is gone with a swallow.
Jennifer Martelli
Before and Rain
Sweatpants balled up where his legs would be,
Jennifer Grotz
This Surface
Of the earth,
André du Bouchet
A Brief Portfolio
He’s nowhere now.
Timothy Liu
SUNDAYS | ALONE
Mournful Sunday afternoons in winter,
Georges Rodenbach
Medieval Notation and Mercy
On the first half of our hike the snow
Didi Jackson
George Orwell Sucks
How can a word evocative of so much pleasure,. both adult and infantile, find itself used – by almost everybody – in
Stephen Dunn
Two Poems
I could never say anything about my father
Patricia Clark
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