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Edna St. Vincent, M.F.A.
Chic and petite, blind to her destiny
Mary Jo Salter
Post-
Clenching, unclenching her thin white fingers,
Annie Kim
Uncle
Here is the man who tells you
Peter Campion
RODIN, “Hand with Small Torso, Bronze” | Rodin’s “The Cathedral”
In Paris you can see his drawer of hands.
Peter Cooley
Plastic Bag Caught in a Tree
Some dark animal’s
Kevin Prufer
The gap between
the platform &
Danielle Blau
Dentist, Mexico, 1959
The room was big, not small.
Alberto Rios
Aunt Rolla
She had the softest face
Mark Jarman
In which I am confronted by a superhero
I’m hitting fast forward to skip the gruesome bits of an Icelandic mystery
Olya Kenney
TAROT: THE EMPRESS
Earth pours wet, quick scimitars
Annie Finch
Ashes of Roses and Blue Chair
The early 19th Century rolls over
Christopher Howell
Mommie
After I’m dead, will the world will remember me
Peter Cooley
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