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THE ABDUCTION | INSIGHT | THE FOUNTAIN
The falcon, which he’s just bought, at his cheek,
Kuno Raeber
David
we wait in an arc with flashlights
Marilyn A. Johnson
The Authentic Galleries
Begin again. Begin with the wound.
G.C. Waldrep
Ruler of Everything
The Ruler of Everything proclaims blood-colored
Amy Gerstler
Vortex Street
I tied my hands behind me so I won’t hurt you.
Page Hill Starzinger
Honey
Strange music of our Emily —
Cecilia Woloch
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
NIGHT COMMUNION
We met at the revolving hotel door. You’d shaved
Tara Skurtu
Ambition
Four in the morning,
Simon Armintage
Rain Sonnets
When the bear finally arrives, he’s starving. He wants whatever’s in my little blue basket, the Tupperware and the
Jules Gibbs
Moveable
Swords drawn, Hem and his bronze friend
Ron Smith
The Last Plume Poems
the year that is when Churchill begged
Stuart Friebert
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