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Archaeologists
Archaeologists found
Hoyt Rogers
Deciduous (Evening in a Polar Vortex)
Blanket, you hear, means to cover,
Ella Flores
Last Day in Coldwater
Our phone died due to lack
Jim Daniels
First Words
In the marriage booth at sleep-away camp,
Rebecca Michels
Undertaking
“It is certainly strange
Bruce Beasley
The Magician and HER
This is how you peel back layers of bees
Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick
Father and Analysand
Shy in houndstooth, white hair and a smoke
Joan Houlihan
from Canisy
Whenever we lined up to march into class, the assistant at my grandfather’s school always had us sing the kind of
Jean Follain
The Madness of Crowds
Long thought wrongly to be Turkish for turban
Amy Beeder
Market Day
Python belt on my jeans.
Jo-Ann Mort
Given Plums
Early July my sister and I filled two sacks of plums from our orchard. We shook each tree until the ripest orbs fell
Dzvinia Orlowsky
RIFF ON A LINE BY CHAR
Somewhere inside the sacerdotal
Jake Crist
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