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The Birthdays of the Dead
It is an affront in their land
Charles O. Hartman
Perspective and Day Sex Ode
I have often confused the expression center of gravity, first
Kathy Fagan
Idea for a Screenplay *
A man sits on his porch and reads aloud to the yard, to some plants and to some birds, his feelings of paranoia, anger
Michael Earl Craig
Lapse
I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer. I
Dorianne Laux
But-cept
I recall not wanting my oldest son
Sydney Lea
Cicada’s Courtship, Origin Story and Clean Houses
The dissipation of freshly harvested leeks, wilted,
Rasha Abdulhadi
Standing in a Field
what I saw
Marilyn A. Johnson
Henry’s Song
Sometimes sitting in a friend's backyard on a fall evening
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Just Before Sunset in December
It must have something to do with the angle of the earth
Ed Meek
Beards & The Gospel According to Ian Fleming
During my sleep, the entire world had been taken over by full beards.
Nicholas Samaras
Ars Polis
way too human too fast way too boring too quick
Andrei Codrescu
A Brief Portfolio
Like conifers in the Bois de Boulogne where he would walk
Daniel Tobin
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