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Confession Therapy and Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT)
One summer, as I was cleaning out the grooves in my palm, I was living in a monastery.
Duy Đoàn
A Pittsburgh Bakery in Winter
Into Prantl’s, on Walnut Street,
Joseph Bathanti
Don’t Bum Out the Musicians
At St. Paul’s church, the musicians have heard it all.
Cornelius Eady
A Brief Portfolio
the afternoons are perfect
T.R. Hummer
Undertaking
“It is certainly strange
Bruce Beasley
Seesaw
The sun was overhead. The playground steamed.
Bhisham Bherwani
Extreme Close-up
All the things I love about his face come from movement:
Susan Rich
A Habitation of Jackals, a Court for Ostriches
Very dark now I put a seed in my mouth but its texture and taste
Timothy Donnelly
New Home
This house has no prehistory,
Lidija Dimkovska
For Those Whose Lives Have Seen Themselves
Welcome all who have traveled the long road
Stewart Moss
Leprechaun
The old woman next door would appear in
Tara Skurtu
What a Man Wants is the Power to Name the Terms of His Rescue
If I had that power,
Ray Gonzalez
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