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Blond for All the Boys
Frank Ocean didn’t mean anything to me till Dave said check
Matthew Lippman
Morning, Redux | Drift Road
Another morning in the obscure,
William Logan
The Labors of Psyche
Because I could not not-know any longer I held the lamp over him
Kazim Ali
Three Poems
These dead again and again
Simon Perchik
July Saturday Night
Now I’m going to walk downtown to Cape Tip Sportswear
Gail Mazur
Eros Caught Napping
Eros at one time or another in the era before
Fortunato Salazar
Dew Point
Because of the nipple crust riming a girl’s
Carol Moldaw
Seven Minutes with Afaa Weaver and Nancy Mitchell
Were it not for his silver hair
Afaa Michael Weaver
Slow Thinker
Audiences love the slow
Andrea Cohen
Dawn Without Sun & Mist Gently Smothers Sight
Dawn without sun
André du Bouchet
Amaryllis
Like the bell of an old Victrola,
Megan Marshall
Tails | On the Other Side
When our tails fell off, we had nothing to wag or wave behind us, nothing to curl up or
Jeff Friedman
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