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Closed Eye Vision of Independence Day
Dazzled drunks are bent over with laughter,
William Olsen
ABC Minors
Painted in oils on wood, the entire composition
Linda Bierds
I Spent one Summer with a Semi-colon
in those days people called it shacking up
Angela Ball
Trudy Cooks Fish and The General
The fish seemed fresh that night, as if they’d been caught off the coast near Zanzibar
Marc Vincenz
The Russian Senior Building. Newark, NJ | Mercury
Those who are younger-younger play their bingo,
Irina Mashinski
The NewMath and Nor Easter
There may still be time to find the cosine of x. Under an à la mode
Partridge Boswell
Ancestral Home
Frangipani, its petals warm milk around
Megha Rao
Three Ballerinas & Blue Plaques
After the war, my father bought three little porcelain figurines in Germany, three
Richard Jones
While
While we were kissing that year, the icebergs were sleeping,
Paul Hoover
Same Screen
Every summer the students at the Bread Loaf School of English
Rachel Hadas
The Cormorant
They slip the string
Lee Upton
Tongue of Language | Nightmare
Oh tongue of language, moving with your comb
Annie Finch
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