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The Transit Hall on Pier 86
They say there’s a place in the brain for faces
Hilde Weisert
The Wind Cried Mary
In 1967 when Hendrix coaxed, Are you experienced?
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Halloween
No gazette ran the story,
J.T. Barbarese
Because What Else Could I Do
I alone in a restaurant
Martha Collins
Acne
And I’d see it that way, the word, all
Patrick Whitfill
Just Before Sunset in December
It must have something to do with the angle of the earth
Ed Meek
A Fable: The Floss-Silk Tree and the Philodendron
In Brazil they call the floss-silk palo borracho
Peter Meinke
Here & Now
I’m walking the beach where I ran as a child.
Christopher Buckley
Instruction on Driving with an Orgasm | Napoleon’s Hat
Look both ways before going out for a spin. And ease onto the road. Take careful note of the speed limit and
Nin Andrews
Cosmology
Someone has spilled the moon
Linda Pastan
Polaris Mall
February, 9:37 p.m. Two Canada geese,
J. Allyn Rosser
Apology to My Husband’s Snore
You goosehonk, one-note oboe or contrabassoon.
Karen Paul Holmes
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