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Four a.m. and 40 Years Later
Driving into my old city yesterday
Jessica Greenbaum
To Be That Boy, to Be That Horse
I’ve watched a shy horse
Alan May
A Brief Portfolio
Theatre people who know suppose them to bring good luck.
Stephanie Burt and Mara Hampson
Quickies in Widowhood with three instances of laughter (one not narrated), two instances of crying
Amid the whiteness of cheeses, corn puffs,
Daisy Fried
Home
Those last days in Hollywood—
Dana Goodyear
Food of Love & Thing-in-Itself
If the vamp and rub of planets,
Nancy Naomi Carlson
Wolf
Ink black, shark toothed, slithering
William Trowbridge
My Love
Place your hand, my love, against my heart
Christian Johann Heinrich Heine
An Invasion
We waited and waited, or by we
Chad Parmenter
Holy Day
A holy day
Keith Althaus
Wozzeck | Casualty
Even the toneless whisper finds its cradle, its home,
Bruce Bond
Sonnet for a Tall Flower Blooming at Dinnertime
Southern Flower, I want to quote the bard,
Yona Harvey
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