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Posthumous Cabin
And got away to it, and left the work to others
William Olsen
Two Stories and a Poem
Do you have a canned ham?
Lydia Davis
An Oracle
Why does the line end sooner than the page?
Michael Collier
Sign Language I & II translated by Kareem Abu-Zeid
It’s not that I
Olivia Elias
EASTHAM TURNIPS, ROUTE 6, NOVEMBER
Honor System, the sign tacked to a scrub oak said,
Gail Mazur
Two Stages
The traveler was certainly sleep-logged when he slipped away from his hotel at sunrise
Yves Bonnefoy
Hail to Thee,
I write, my wrist nodding
Angie Estes
[The Porcupine Left Its Hovel]
The porcupine left its hovel
Muhammad Kijuma
The Bird that Begins it
In the world-famous night which is already flinging away bits of dark but not
Jorie Graham
Before and Rain
Sweatpants balled up where his legs would be,
Jennifer Grotz
I was trying to weigh darkness
I was trying to weigh darkness how much does darkness weigh
Martha Silano
Stone Arabia
The horses bisect the field
Mark Wunderlich
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