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Insomnia
It is a stain that feeds on moons
Ana Minga
Elegy
The breeze this morning pulls on the surface of the bay
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Soul Mate
When I was a girl, I had a dirty soul.
Nin Andrews
It’s 3 A.M., Winter, and Nine Miles from Truckee
and nobody better than I to tell you about
Suzanne Lummis
On Clitocybe Nuda | On Oysters
Peak of autumn’s deepening yellow
Jeffrey Greene
Sounds Like Love
A spacial infirmity
Charlie Smith
The Triumphs of 1974 & A Self-Guided Tour of Machu Picchu, OR Please, Sir/Madam, Step Away from the Edge of the Abyss
Moneyless, we moved to Cali,
John Wall Barger
The Village Crow
The village crow knew everything—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Love Talk | On the Way to the Casinos
What the boy heard his older sister say—
Scott Withiam
Caroline
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he
Robert Clinton
Meeting Shakespeare
I met Shakespeare in a hotel room downtown.
Austen Leah Rose
DOG CITY
We have seen you following the scent—
Carol Frost
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