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Ocean Park
Call this landscape abstract if the world’s splendour
Ranjit Hoskote
How Self-Consciousness Counts
Why in hell should anyone understand
Stephen Todd Booker
Archaic Rayon Kamehameha
Blue eyes like dusty Santa Rosa plums,
Sandra McPherson
Echo (and Narcissus)
I saw it in midcentury
Christina Pugh
House of Sorrow, Vessel of Anarchy, I Will Not Name It Except to Say, Golem
Once I made a box to put a man in.
Lee Sharkey
Soul Mate
When I was a girl, I had a dirty soul.
Nin Andrews
DINNER AT LYNN AND LINDA’S WITH KEN AND JACK
Dinner tonight with two married gay couples
Jim Daniels
The Piece
Some years ago I painted the room gray.
Miguel Avero
CHINATOWN
I almost bought a lucky dragon
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
Meeting Shakespeare
I met Shakespeare in a hotel room downtown.
Austen Leah Rose
Seven Minutes with Afaa Weaver and Nancy Mitchell
Were it not for his silver hair
Afaa Michael Weaver
Charcoal | Medicine and Magazines
In my brown leather bag:
Cynthia Cruz
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