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Happiness on Earth
Especially if you were waking
Stephen Ackerman
“October, and the sun burnishes”
October, and the sun burnishes the leaves so brightly you
Ralph Culver
THE COMPLETE LIST OF EVERYTHING
Plow blade excavated from a tomb
Eric Pankey
A Controlled Substance
My brother is late again, somehow the glass
Brendan Constantine
LOOKING AT DAD
To see my father not seeing me with
Tiberiu Neacșu
IS LIGHT ENOUGH ?
Who’s there? I can’t seem to make out anything or anyone. Is
Lloyd Schwartz
Wolf Wine Bar
Two years ago, maybe even two and a half
Natalka Bilotserkivets
Three Poems
There, roots are
Gregory Orr
AT THE SLEEP CLINIC
I sat in the parking lot of the sleep clinic
Chard deNiord
The Movie My Murderer Makes
My murderer sits in row F, seat 3, just behind my wife and me, in row E, seats 3 and 4.
Chris Shipman
The Fortieth Day | Pussy Riot/Want/Don’t/Want
Now she called forth nights of a different kind of brilliance when the moon wrapped every thing with light—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
The First Communion and Forty-Two
I shall sit here, on this bench,
Kristian Koželj
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