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ON SILVER SPOONS
The Golliwog spoon, we called it, the handle shaped like a head with heavy-lidded eyes and a thick-
Wendy Barker
from In the Fires of Absence
Beautiful gelid just-
Claire Malroux
Canine Elegy
All over town, dogs are lying down
Patricia Clark
Alien Valley
I’m sick of prodding the infinite,
Jeffrey Skinner
Notes on Desire
Archytas of Tarentum said the most fatal curse
Elizabeth Jacobson
Those little plastic number puzzles | Linnaean
given out at grade school parties:
Lisa Gluskin Stonestreet
Museling, a Pastoral
I’m reading a poem by a young woman,
Leonard Kress
A Brief Portfolio
There is no consensus when Dadaism ended & when Surrealism didn’t.
Bruce Cohen
Dolls
The dolls wait for the children
Margo Taft Stever
It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back | Out of the crimson dawn one third the size of an icon’s
It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back –
Mikhail Eremin
THE ABDUCTION | INSIGHT | THE FOUNTAIN
The falcon, which he’s just bought, at his cheek,
Kuno Raeber
Plait
When I first knotted my hair against the coming of winter, I had grown tired of playing jacks and didn’t yet find boys
Carrie Etter
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