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Mother, at Last
You were Scarlett O’Hara
Nancy Mitchell
Concussion Test
Do you feel heartsick for aboriginal (original) people wearing baseball caps?
Bruce Cohen
Heard in Claesz
Decanting like the lees
Hoyt Rogers
The Fourth Walk
Among the ruined are the ruins. Rules even skies can wreck in shreds,
Cole Swensen
Building the Boat, Trèboul (1930)
Half-way, the basket nature of the ship
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
Solstice, Seven Questions (Private/Public) & A Fable
blood on a slide--thumbprint in a pool--
Anna Maria Hong
January 28 | Basho
Today it is snowing again and I’m thinking of Borges.
David Young
NOT ALL SKELETONS ARE MUSEUM QUALITY
Under a sky as hazy-blue-polluted
Jay Hopler
BRAINS | ECLIPSE
You didn’t have any
Tara Skurtu
Nail tr. by Anita Gopalan
A piece of heart that doesn’t pain on breaking
Geet Chaturvedi
BUD
Five years of nothing. Then, one night she calls
Peter Campion
Duets
Telemann at 7:30 on an evening
Sherri Felt Dratfield
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