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FOLDED WING | Pig, a sequel | Ode to Solitude
The wrist and the leg are the test: flexible,
Margo Berdeshevsky
Grandpa David Told Me Once of Carpathia, a Place He had Never Been
His hospital topped
Xander Gershberg
Circus
How the squirrel, skittish, leaps, lobbing its orange
Mark Irwin
Two Poems
Since a long time the parrot had been on Félicité’s mind, because
Ramón García
Imagined Corners
At the corner where the transept cuts the nave,
Christina Pugh
GETTING READY THE HOUSE | THEY ARE MOVING ALONG
My friend goes to visit his grave
Affonso Romano Sant’Anna
Memento Mori: Northern White Rhinos
They are grey, big as boulders,
Jennifer Franklin
Carbide
As he approached the river a little Fiat drew off the main road and parked among
A.L. Snijders
Big Finish
Now that the last shaft of sunset has collapsed
Kimberly Johnson
May Cause
Tinnitus, uncharacteristic
Dean Young
Blond for All the Boys
Frank Ocean didn’t mean anything to me till Dave said check
Matthew Lippman
The Public Servants and Amateur
To be delivered by a sad man standing in a single light.
Jason Waldrop
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