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“What is truth?” Pilate asked. Before Jesus could answer Pilate was on his way out the door.
Jeffrey Skinner
But the Avant-Garde
did find ways to wear TV as clothing--the monitors,
Christina Pugh
Notnames at the Detroit Institute of the Arts and Hell Fuckin’ Yeah: Smackdown vs. Raw
At the Detroit Institute of the Arts the Caravaggio’s no
Jill McDonough
Maria’s Yellow Coat
I haven’t had
David Rivard
Desire Corners Me in the Quiet
On the beach, I take self portraits with my eyes closed,
Theo LeGro
when you ask me if you are a good father & cook up meets god
look we know how this will play out
Saida Agostini
Practically Home
Practically home holds no promise of arrival.
Diane K. Martin
LOVE HAS BIG TEETH | Route 140, Sixty Miles North of Winnemucca
You, in New Hampshire,
Tom Crawford
Listening to Stone
The man who carved you vied and gossiped
Alice Derry
THE ABDUCTION | INSIGHT | THE FOUNTAIN
The falcon, which he’s just bought, at his cheek,
Kuno Raeber
Unexceptional
Except we were in love, or so it seemed.
Rafael Campo
Discoveries
What I knew about
Floyd Skloot
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