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Over the Bright and Darkened Lands | Out in the Tranquil Bay
I sit in one of the dives.
Kim Addonizio
Notes on Desire
Archytas of Tarentum said the most fatal curse
Elizabeth Jacobson
Interlude for a Solitary Flute
What is the age of the couple
Mary Ruefle
Butchery
They do it right here in the front yard in Wellsville,
Samuel Cheney
Shore
Not stone, among stones,
Rosanna Warren
Hellebore | The Way of Books
Lord, I am all
Mary Ruefle
IT’S 4PM IN THE E.R. AND I AM REARRANGED WITH A SMALL SADNESS
I don't know what made me think
Sonja Halvorson
Occupation
As a peeper, some clear night, singing for a star,
Scott Withiam
Almost and Caught Out
Cows and sheep segregate themselves
Annette Barnes
To a Man in Rags Holding Out a Cup | A 100-year-old Man Asks Me to Write about Something
I don’t have much
Frannie Lindsay
Abramovic
The eyes are the edge of the central nervous system.
Rick Barot
Regular Arithmetic
My sister says, all men are insecure,
Leah Umansky
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