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Yet Another Life
And then one day I was no longer up
Michael Torres
Without You
I was doing just fine, a job, a home,
Timothy Liu
Let the Dead Bury the Dead
Surely she would want to hear one final song, something from the Carpathians, something folkloric about flying
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Woman, Man, Tepoztlán
Mother, today I met a man.
Kristina Andersson Bicher
Amusements
These are the long days that fill with night
Ernest Hilbert
Nude with Pebbles
Flowers fall. And I noticed
Ralph Angel
Boy in a Hole
The boy meant to help his father
Maxine Scates
The Summer House
I let the envelope fall to the floor unopened,
Lawrence Raab
A Brief Portfolio
Look, there’s Mom with a cup of flour and a cup of time, staring into her blue bowl.
Mark Irwin
Confusing Myself with the Whippoorwill
Today, I was a madness of regrettable actions. At the convenience store, I eyed the cashiers warily as they slouched in
Christopher Kennedy
POSTCARD
always the dark body hewn asunder; always
Brionne Janae
Painting
all things look as if
André du Bouchet
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