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When Doris the hen
R.T. Smith
Block Party
Start Me Up! was what started it--Monica Litzkus from up
David Huddle
Soul Mate
When I was a girl, I had a dirty soul.
Nin Andrews
Killer
When he saw me coming
John Skoyles
Two poems by Adélia Prado (from
Miserere
) translated from Brazilian Portuguese by Ellen Doré Watson
On what might be called a street,
Adélia Prado
Your Brother’s Face
You believe your brother will come down
Christopher Howell
The World As Sound
I didn’t speak until I was five
Michael Simms
Annunciation
I learned to hide the wings, almost immediately,
C Dale Young
From AfterTalk
Dumuzi spoke: “My sister, I would go with you to my garden
Chard deNiord
Night World | The Gentle Soul
The barbed-wire vines
William Logan
Vesuvius
No gazette ran the story,
R.T. Smith
The House of Wittgenstein
He never saw the malls of Petaluma, nor met the amazing cricketeer Montezuma. He never heard a laugh track. We’d
Ira Sadoff
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