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The Occupant Imagines the House as a Great Fish & Eight Things…
It has already swallowed a century, each year a silver iridescent scale. For eight, she has lived in its belly,
Jennifer Maier
Hungarian Lesson and Snow Rapture
In Hungary, you know something like the palm of your hand,
J. Allyn Rosser
Edinburgh University Anatomical Collection
Take shelter awhile from mortality
Karl Kirchwey
Harvest
Like someone who has spent long hours among the vines,
Daniel Tobin
End of the Century
We’ve slept too long, and that hasn’t stopped the incidental warping—
Paul Nemser
Arête | Eurydice
The Hemingway who wrote three stories in a crummy hotel
Brian Culhane
God’s Man
When I was twelve I found it
Linda Pastan
Down by the River
Down by the river behind the barn
J.T. Ledbetter
Soldier’s Wife in the Aftermath
After the great war I stepped inside
Andrea Read
Elephant Memory
A cold sunny morning in Cambridge. Pragmatical
Gail Mazur
Spectacle | Dear Bathtub | Freeway
Your eyewear and my eyewear,
Sherman Alexie
RETURN OF THE HERO
So they brought in a bird for him,
Brian Swann
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