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Occupation
As a peeper, some clear night, singing for a star,
Scott Withiam
Obit
At this beat-up plywood slab across the beat-up
Brian Swann
Death of God
Bituminous was so soft, so much like dust
Gerald Stern
Halloween
No gazette ran the story,
J.T. Barbarese
Post Structuralism
But the first idea was not to shape the clouds
Christopher Buckley
Winkles & Dillisk
Does he suspect the boys
Ron Smith
Almost and Caught Out
Cows and sheep segregate themselves
Annette Barnes
Night World | The Gentle Soul
The barbed-wire vines
William Logan
As It Happens
As it happens, there was nothing left, so much to do, a plethora
Phillis Levin
But-cept
I recall not wanting my oldest son
Sydney Lea
cedar top goddesses from phil’s sawmill | ozark sonnet
The cedar goddesses lie down on saw-horses
Andrei Codrescu
Grave
Over the grave the bird will
Kuno Raeber
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