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RIFF ON A LINE BY CHAR
Somewhere inside the sacerdotal
Jake Crist
Brothers
Who eats with a jaw half-cranked with counterweight
Laura Kolbe
The Movie My Murderer Makes
My murderer sits in row F, seat 3, just behind my wife and me, in row E, seats 3 and 4.
Chris Shipman
Two Poems
The clarity of familiar faces
Chantal Bizzini
A Brief Portfolio
There is no consensus when Dadaism ended & when Surrealism didn’t.
Bruce Cohen
Dirt
Just after Wierex etched a toddler Christ
Linda Bierds
Cora Goes Birding
This was a bad idea.
Kate Falvey
Poet at the Mall & Neuromythology
Because language begins in body
Pamela Hart
Toussaint
The soul, you said, is this sour wind, or this empty glass, the tiny steps of insects, these white iron
Jean-Michel Maulpoix
Crazy Hairdo, Crazier Head | Some Things to Consider Before We Proceed
Spector pinned down twins LaFlora and LaFauna like butterflies, trimmed their
Jennifer L. Knox
The Mirror
We dream of two dragons
Norman Dubie
This Dog | 4 AM
Maybe I’ve chosen life—not just
Linda Pastan
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