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Cold Front Coming
A crescent moon
Mary Spalding
The Fruit Bat of Taxidermy
Whoever the taxidermist was,
Melina Papadopoulos
Translation
Food is a door you have to open
Leslie Adrienne Miller
Will flames lap? Leap? | The Country Stairs
Will flames lap? Leap?
Cynthia Hogue
Grandpa David Told Me Once of Carpathia, a Place He had Never Been
His hospital topped
Xander Gershberg
Sprang
Before tracking pods of killer whales in and out
Arthur Sze
Learning to Play It Again
While my daughter was learning Clementi —
Sandra McPherson
Government Center
Screeching right up to us through downtown Friday traffic.
Peter Campion
Agreeable Subjects
When a past father of mine makes an appearance
Carolina Hotchandani
Centers of Gold, Aphrodisiacal & What We Do Lives On
The point, after all, with canvas, brush, and paint,
Patricia Clark
Gertrude Suite, [Mechthild Says God is a Bell] & Lazarus
Semantic, in the way that interruption is semantic.
G.C. Waldrep
Notes Toward a Treatise on the Atlantic Periwinkle
None knows the song devoted to winkles.
Jennifer Atkinson
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