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The Barn
No one just Mary
Frannie Lindsay
Venice is Sinking | Window Shopping
Venice is sinking, Signora. Look –
Helen Bournas-Ney
What We Do with What We Are
I did not get better.
Elizabeth Metzger
The First Communion and Forty-Two
I shall sit here, on this bench,
Kristian Koželj
A Progressive Disease
I feel my body getting away from me,
Floyd Skloot
Fat
I saw that I was fat and walked and walked toward a desert only to find a case of (not light) beer.
Carrie Etter
Big Finish
Now that the last shaft of sunset has collapsed
Kimberly Johnson
Earth, Temple, Gods
A woman's feet, in lace-up sandals made of stone.
Amy Gerstler
Over the Bright and Darkened Lands | Out in the Tranquil Bay
I sit in one of the dives.
Kim Addonizio
The Just Measure and Eels
I stay here on the balcony after the rain, peering at the sky of a rocky landscape,
Ioan Flora
Classmate
I was at the beach talking with someone else
Betsy Sholl
The Russian Senior Building. Newark, NJ | Mercury
Those who are younger-younger play their bingo,
Irina Mashinski
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