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Destinations
Why is it that the memory my mind chose
Jo-Ann Mort
Notes From Sick Rooms
Who really wants to be a caregiver?
Molly Peacock
Separate Cars
Just happens is what I fear most. A couple grown insular,
Scott Withiam
Perspective and Chosen by the Lion
In the bedroom, the man disentangles his limbs from those of another.
Susan Wheeler
Dark Enough
I found her long black coat
Dean Young
It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back | Out of the crimson dawn one third the size of an icon’s
It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back –
Mikhail Eremin
Guitar & Lantern
The boy with prosthetic limbs is the flame
Bruce Bond
Ödön von Horváth | Brief Incident in Short a, Long a, and Schwa | My Friend’s Creation | Contingency (Vs. Necessity)
Cat, gray tabby, calm, watches large, black ant. Man, rapt, stands staring at cat and
Lydia Davis
the ugly purple corpse I lug behind me | you haven’t changed a bit
the ugly purple corpse I lug behind me
Edoardo Sanguineti
SOME FAITH
God we need rain. And white flowers.
Barbara Ras
Tenderly
I see how you climb!
Sandra McPherson
The Excellent Trip
You thought you’d need a month. You thought you’d need
David Kirby
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