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What You Can’t Fix
She was always fixing me, stuffing filler in my holes
Jeff Friedman
In Memory
I remember the night my father died
Floyd Skloot
A Wedding in the Hotel
Sorry, the dining room’s closed:
Chase Twichell
Cling of the World
What could it mean
Annie Kantar
Against Surrealism | Anima
The human heart weighs ten ounces, but I don’t know if it can float. I don’t suppose it makes sense to say I feel like
Christopher Kennedy
An Invasion
We waited and waited, or by we
Chad Parmenter
Your Brother’s Face
You believe your brother will come down
Christopher Howell
House of Sorrow, Vessel of Anarchy, I Will Not Name It Except to Say, Golem
Once I made a box to put a man in.
Lee Sharkey
Breakfast, the most important poem
So far, pockets are good
Bob Hicok
Pain & Ophelia and the Nine-and-Fifty Swans
Where to stand
Brian Culhane
Horoscope and American Upanishad
Two hearts can charge the moment they meet,
Amit Majmudar
Crucifixion
One minute he’s looking at you, full-size, in anguish,
Dore Kiesselbach
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