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LOOKING AT DAD
To see my father not seeing me with
Tiberiu Neacșu
Memorial Bench
Suzanne and Half Zantop loved sitting here—
Joyce Peseroff
Tom’s Sublet and Without Longing, What?
Once, a long time ago in Rome, I was bathed
Alice Friman
05-08 | 07-03 | 07-24 Three from The Ringing of the Rain has a Forgiving Grace
We all become the raindrops’ filling in the blanks
Ye Mimi
Bodies on the Margins
The artist understands blood; or rather
Kwame Dawes
Logs
Giants lie entangled on wet sand,
Grace Schulman
St. Rose of Lima
Lips weary with chapped hallelujahs,
Tiana Nobile
Why I Hate Nudist Camps
Wayne had already flung off his t-shirt, pulled off his black Khakis to set up our tent—I can work faster if I'm naked
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Fret Not
Opening the door for the first time since
Molly Peacock
Volumes
Certain mornings you can catch the sound
Jane Satterfield
Isle of the Narrator
It's true these boots were taken from a dead man,
Amy Beeder
Phone Call: Lesson in Style and The Story of Civilization
“Everything feels all swollen and puffy, like my brain
Tom Sleigh
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