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Between the Bed and the Window
First, the light, which is always
Ron Slate
The End
Whatever is coming is the end, but not really.
Rebecca Lehmann
California King, Head of the Meadow and A Miracle of Saint Anthony
The little bright red car
Karl Kirchwey
How It Is
Say how it is
Phillis Levin
A VARIATION | MY MOTHER BEFORE SHE DIED | HART CRANE
Why ask to know, twin and neighbor,
William Louis-Dreyfus
The Raccoon
Like an old Italian man,
Joseph Bathanti
Excerpts from Little Goldie in America
One more day, one more hour, play the good pig.
Nance Van Winckel
BOOK OF HOURS
A jostle of stars at the edge of the Crab Nebula pinpoints the heart of Taurus. Under the right conditions, with a
Eric Pankey
The Beautiful Hand
Not a word.
Laura Kasischke
The Child and I
I wanted to go fishing one day,
Martinus Nijhoff
A Photo Of My Father That Doesn’t Actually Exist and Take The Body From The Ground
Her clothing says Old Europe
Joshua Mensch
Mother Doesn’t Bite
I bite instead and she needs salt,
Terese Svoboda
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