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The Movie My Murderer Makes
My murderer sits in row F, seat 3, just behind my wife and me, in row E, seats 3 and 4.
Chris Shipman
Hyphen
Blue-black on my inked page,
Joan Larkin
Redeye | The Window’s Water
that never sets,
Terese Svoboda
Downsizing
Hey, maybe the time has come to empty
Amy Gerstler
DOG CITY
We have seen you following the scent—
Carol Frost
Steer’s Head Triptych
the cowboy cut, the wrangler,
Miles Waggener
Summer circa 1967-2xxx
My mother & the other ladies
Jo-Ann Mort
NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN
This is No Country for Old Men. The young
Troy Jollimore
BRAINS | ECLIPSE
You didn’t have any
Tara Skurtu
Vocal
Outgrown, the prairie lot
Elisabeth Murawski
Post Structuralism
But the first idea was not to shape the clouds
Christopher Buckley
Where the Robins Took Me and Northern Flicker
Robins settle on the earth
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
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