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Henry’s Song
Sometimes sitting in a friend's backyard on a fall evening
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Ten Days After the Dobbs Decision
The possum loped into view, pouch dragging slow
Adam Chiles
Hanging the Dirty Laundry
Father's ties were mother’s noose
Jan Freeman
On a Version of “Lady with Lapdog” | Synch
How clever, to leave out all the articles, thereby suggesting their story, their plight, were less a story than a portrait
Steve Bradbury
Will flames lap? Leap? | The Country Stairs
Will flames lap? Leap?
Cynthia Hogue
Sestina for an Idiom
I was fifteen and all fights with my father ended
Sadaf Halai
Idea for a Screenplay *
A man sits on his porch and reads aloud to the yard, to some plants and to some birds, his feelings of paranoia, anger
Michael Earl Craig
No Heaven for the King
Always in the faintest glow of pleasure, and always
Soren Stockman
To Urania
Astronomer who rules the tides and skies,
Rachel Hadas
Spell
Unlikely find in a thrift store’s back bin:
Hayden Saunier
I Offer This Container
Monkeys of fresh rage born again—
Jeffrey Skinner
Beautiful Worry
this wan light, spaghetti-thin, uneases
Deborah Gorlin
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