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Bunch of Asparagus and Asparagus
Bundle on a wet bed
Daniel Bosch
The Madness of Crowds
Long thought wrongly to be Turkish for turban
Amy Beeder
Lightning Streak of White
Black streets, black sky with orchid clouds.
Ellen Bass
Isle of the Narrator
It's true these boots were taken from a dead man,
Amy Beeder
The Dragonfly
Diamond-crusted wings flying an armored syringe
Keith Flynn
First Communion, forty-two and the unnamed
I shall sit here, on this bench,
Kristian Koželj
August City Night & Love in Kyiv
stifles, thick stream
Natalka Bilotserkivets
Two Poems
The clarity of familiar faces
Chantal Bizzini
Once We Were
once we were immigrants
Martha Collins
A Brief Portfolio
What goes with you, cured meats,
Daniel Halpern
Visiting Gertrude Stein in Père-Lachaise
Her stone is not the largest.
Diane Louie
[There was the way his mother]
There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.
Megan Nichols
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