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The Plum
A teacher I loved
Molly Peacock
Eclipse
November’s moon is in eclipse—
Jody Bolz
Elegy & Brooklyn, 1957
My brother told me we would join the Wide
Floyd Skloot
Charcuterie
She penciled fanciful animals
Meighan L. Sharp
Phoenix Hairpin Terrace
Yes Feng-huang plus three syllables
Karen An-hwei Lee
I’m Not Waiting and Out of the Past
I’m no longer waiting for the dunes of Tulum,
Ira Sadoff
Hello, July 5th!
The morning is full of embarrassed flowers
Susan Rich
Compare the movement of swallows
with Magritte’s matrix of businessmen
Kathleen Flenniken
Zone
This ancient world finally leaves you weary
Guillaume Apollinaire
Confusing Myself with the Whippoorwill
Today, I was a madness of regrettable actions. At the convenience store, I eyed the cashiers warily as they slouched in
Christopher Kennedy
Eating the Madeleine
I remember the scut of it:
Jan Freeman
Why I Haven’t “Outgrown Surrealism,” No Matter What That Moron Reviewer Wrote
I still love the sound of breaking,
Dean Young
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