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Tom’s Sublet and Without Longing, What?
Once, a long time ago in Rome, I was bathed
Alice Friman
Halfway Through Civilization, Late to Another
meeting for grown-ups, i hurry across campus,
Brenda Hillman
Late Portrait
Dried flowers everywhere. Greeting cards. China plates hung on walls, showing a
Amy Gerstler
Eight Poems
An Amazon can be used for so much. The ashtray
Marie Lundquist
Photographer’s Song & Nothing Song
Standing in the shade,
Don Bogen
Separation
Slumbering suburbs, calm depths of summer.
Ramón García
Ödön von Horváth | Brief Incident in Short a, Long a, and Schwa | My Friend’s Creation | Contingency (Vs. Necessity)
Cat, gray tabby, calm, watches large, black ant. Man, rapt, stands staring at cat and
Lydia Davis
My Heart in Evening
In the evening one hears the sharp shrieks of bats.
Georg Trakl
When My Son Is Dead 14 Years
These are the years I bargain with God.
Alexis Rhone Fancher
Three Orgasm Poems
She thinks success would be her best revenge. It’s not enough for her now, merely to be alive. Or to feel bliss in brief
Nin Andrews
Perspective and Chosen by the Lion
In the bedroom, the man disentangles his limbs from those of another.
Susan Wheeler
A Habitation of Jackals, a Court for Ostriches
Very dark now I put a seed in my mouth but its texture and taste
Timothy Donnelly
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