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I learned to hide the wings, almost immediately,
C Dale Young
THINNING THE SPRUCES
I’ve become ruthless with the spruces
Jeffrey Harrison
Why I Hate Nudist Camps
Wayne had already flung off his t-shirt, pulled off his black Khakis to set up our tent—I can work faster if I'm naked
Dzvinia Orlowsky
St. Bonaventure and Spring Birthday Romance
Merton’s last stop in the world
Frances Richey
Nudes I & II
Once she crosses the threshold
Leeya Mehta
The Fortieth Day | Pussy Riot/Want/Don’t/Want
Now she called forth nights of a different kind of brilliance when the moon wrapped every thing with light—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Why the Sphinx Likes Riddles and Episodic
What she did,
Rae Armantrout
Half of Life
The land with yellow pears
Fredrich Holderlin
Bear Sometimes Thinks He’s Dead & Shelf Life
But lately he’s observed the Hermit Thrush
David Huddle
Wolf
Ink black, shark toothed, slithering
William Trowbridge
The dream and Useless is as useless doesn’t
For awhile I had a drawer full of electronic stuff,
Bob Hicok
To Anything at All
Our father who is neither ours nor a father but farther and nearer,
William Olsen
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