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“Dispatches from Terra Incognita”
Saturday, cold as a witch’s you know what. I’m at the Lab to give a urine sample.
Peter Johnson
Separate Cars
Just happens is what I fear most. A couple grown insular,
Scott Withiam
Crow Poison
stumbled drunkenly
Jules Jacob and Sonja Johanson
Hanger
You needed one
Tara Skurtu
Bookish | Brush Your Fingers Through Your Hair, Why Don’t You?
The bookishness that
David Rivard
Cache
Here lies a hectic site, la Cité
Angie Estes
The Sun Pours Forth & An American in Paris
We are in a garden among friends
Stephen Ackerman
Learning to Play It Again
While my daughter was learning Clementi —
Sandra McPherson
Ebbtide
He said one day when we are old, we—
Lynne Thompson
A Thin Membrane and For the New Parent
I knew she had a glass eye though she never spoke of it
Maria Dylan Himmelman
Night Watch
It’s instant art: transmuted to the net
D.M. Thomas
Gender Reveal and Abecedarian Re: Actually, I Don’t Go By Mom
On the doctor’s scale, baby pulls at his penis: crenellated shaft with all color blown out
Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers
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