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Two O’Clock and Stray
As though all at once it is afternoon
Frannie Lindsay
Caroline
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he
Robert Clinton
Death of God
Bituminous was so soft, so much like dust
Gerald Stern
Feral
Ex. A house. A trampoline. A raised garden bed. A Ford Bronco. A Cabbage Patch doll
Ashley Dailey
My Love
Place your hand, my love, against my heart
Christian Johann Heinrich Heine
Dark Enough
I found her long black coat
Dean Young
The Maker
The maker never uses thread
Robert Hilles
Edinburgh University Anatomical Collection
Take shelter awhile from mortality
Karl Kirchwey
THE COMPLETE LIST OF EVERYTHING
Plow blade excavated from a tomb
Eric Pankey
The Pair
Here’s how they climbed out of the nights’ custody.
Karl Krolow
Nurse at a Bus Stop
The slow traffic takes a good long look.
Simon Armintage
PHAROAH
Whenever we were out on the dance floor, I always looked at your face, while you looked downward, inward, at
Paul Lisicky
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