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Firing My Father’s Mossberg
At the shooting range,
Dzvinia Orlowsky
What If a House Could Draw its Own Blueprints? and The Decision
The house grows wild, floats
Susan Rich
the ugly purple corpse I lug behind me | you haven’t changed a bit
the ugly purple corpse I lug behind me
Edoardo Sanguineti
Three Poems
His Majesty’s flock of Spanish sheep at Kew is most grievously afflicted...
Rachel Careau
Death and the Miser
When death comes, it all goes:
Jeff Fearnside
IT’S 4PM IN THE E.R. AND I AM REARRANGED WITH A SMALL SADNESS
I don't know what made me think
Sonja Halvorson
Purge
The Aryan Jesus, in Hitler’s painting
Bruce Bond
To Stabilize, It’s Buttercups
& the plucky boy, who
Lee Briccetti
Fake Lemon Tree on a November Day in a Boat Depot in Chelsea
O lemon tree, how you emerge, distinct from everything
Helen Bournas-Ney
All the Shrimp I Can Eat
They are swimming away from me at the speed of light
Timothy Donnelly
RETURN OF THE HERO
So they brought in a bird for him,
Brian Swann
Two Poems
I didn't know it then, but we were learning Italian...
Christopher Buckley
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