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Thalia
I died with them while they were alive.
Donald Revell
Someone Is Walking the Pig
Someone is walking the pig in our downstairs hallway, where the shops are.
Fleda Brown
Two poems from “The Mistaken Place of Things”
How to say hair
Gabriela Aguirre
Big Finish
Now that the last shaft of sunset has collapsed
Kimberly Johnson
Flight, Ours & A Burn So Bad It Requires Ice
We’re in bad, we’re in terrible, shape
Steven Cramer
Vanity
it’s easy to fritter your life away
Abdourahman Waberi
Leave It Lay Where Jesus Flung It
What a colossal wrong fall she took—that mastodon caught
Jane Springer
RODIN, “Hand with Small Torso, Bronze” | Rodin’s “The Cathedral”
In Paris you can see his drawer of hands.
Peter Cooley
A Meeting
Of all the disappointments
Brian Culhane
The Orders of the Ordinary
Death seemed no more
William Logan
Earthquake
The voices of self are ended. A sepia
Ruth Padel
ON EVERY HAND A GREAT PLAIN By Henry Israeli
Two bears tearing at a tent
Henry Israeli
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