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Abbatoir Time
The widower pushed the tailgate shut and fell.
Sydney Lea
Sign Language I & II translated by Kareem Abu-Zeid
It’s not that I
Olivia Elias
july
The best thing about this month is not
Max Temmerman
Trouble
And so it took shape, & from what.
Lisa Russ Spaar
Who Are You?
who are you? the effect of well fed herds?
Tomaž Šalamun
Two Poems
I could never say anything about my father
Patricia Clark
The Wayfarer
When the wings of the triptych are open as
Linda Gregerson
Blue Rim
Set the table with your heirloom
Deborah Allbritain
Where the Robins Took Me and Northern Flicker
Robins settle on the earth
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
A Brief Portfolio
There is no consensus when Dadaism ended & when Surrealism didn’t.
Bruce Cohen
The Bahá’í School
It stood at the top of a steep hill that sloped all the way down to the Pisquataqua River, which even then I knew was tidal.
Lindsay Stuart Hill
Wind, Blue Sky
I am practicing being
Susan Aizenberg
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