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Lunette 15
I came into the world through a wound
Bruce Bond
Plait
When I first knotted my hair against the coming of winter, I had grown tired of playing jacks and didn’t yet find boys
Carrie Etter
Alex Averbuch translated from the Ukrainian by Oksana Maksymchuk and Max Rosochinsky
everything happened as in the early days of creation
Alex Averbuch
Me Showering
I am showering, which isn’t much in itself
Alberto Rios
Oracle, Mallarmé & Stone
A broken rib could be the sign
Bruce Bond
What, Me?
When we’re in a car together I worry we’ll die and the world will lose its role models.
Maureen Seaton
Prayer Written on a Wide Veranda on a Comfortable Couch in Sewanee, TN
If prayer requires an audience that is divine
Rebecca Aronson
Four Poems
One was dicing an onion,
Ron Slate
A Few Estrogen Stories to Help Balance the Scales | Beasts of Burden
Imagine half a million Vietnamese up to their heinies slogging rice paddies for a year, and you have the salary of the
Lance Larsen
Rats
Sudden underfoot, this one cries back
Dora Malech
What is Unknown
When I tell her I’ve fallen for What Is Unknown, my mother’s face brightens. “She’ll be a good girlfriend for you,”
David Huddle
Streak, Exit Survey and Against All Endings
A jackknifed semi full
Donald Platt
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