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The Trolley
It was stuck and what with rationing and brownouts
Stephen Bluestone
My Friend, Nice Socks & The Last Dance
My friend wanted to have breakfast at the local strip club.
Peter Johnson
Bathroom Mirror
Often, when dazzled by sunlight,
James Longenbach
Bodies on the Margins
The artist understands blood; or rather
Kwame Dawes
Two Poems
Save forever my words for the taste of a smoke and disaster,
Osip Mandelstam
ATTRACTION
a literary critic wrote some
Angela Marinescu
POPULATION ZERO
Cockroaches ignored the winter dawn
Carol Frost
Beginning and Whatever Doesn’t Kill Your Mother Makes Her Stronger
One of the first days my mom’s in the ICU, I try to describe
Denise Duhamel
She Dog | Mermaid
A ticky rain of blood from
Terese Svoboda
Separation
Slumbering suburbs, calm depths of summer.
Ramón García
Tranquility & Tremolo
Where song is, fire begins, tightens,
Keith Flynn
The Twenties
Consider the twenties, not Gatsby, not Daisy, not that old Roaring,
John Hodgen
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