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Cry
Bring back our dresses untorn
Frannie Lindsay
Paper
Damned if I’ll be the woman who collects mass produced throw pillows counts her
Jane Springer
A Brief History
When I close my eyes I can still hear
Christopher Buckley
Two Poems
War catches a man with a shopping bag
Ludmila Khersonsky
THE HARVARD CLASSICS
My grandfather bought a set for his living room,
William Trowbridge
A Nocturnal Upon Saint Charles Yeager’s Day
Here comes that sonic boom
Kimberly Johnson
Two Poems
One summer night I lay down under a yew tree.
Steven Cramer
So Much More Mournful than Before
This morning, remembering the end
Lawrence Raab
Morning Hunger
Why not in the icy clarity of morning,
Stewart Moss
The Last Orgasm
Sometimes I think of the innocent live
Nin Andrews
Plait
When I first knotted my hair against the coming of winter, I had grown tired of playing jacks and didn’t yet find boys
Carrie Etter
The NewMath and Nor Easter
There may still be time to find the cosine of x. Under an à la mode
Partridge Boswell
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