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The Epileptic
Conversations with him are like waiting for thunder.
Jehanne Dubrow
After Our Parents Get Divorced, Our Mother Buys an Ivy Stencil
In the small white bedroom
Brandi George
A Brief Portfolio
Faces pass by like unheard explanations
William Olsen
Plume
The old wheelbarrow aimed like a cannon
Dorianne Laux
This Is the Day the Lord Has Made
This is the day the Lord has made,
Mark Jarman
Scene from a Photograph in a Dream
What was I doing in my childhood room again?
Jeffrey Harrison
On Breathing and Not Breathing—The Sequence
Once, a man stopped breathing
Suzanne Lummis
November
Hours ago I was walking with my dog down
Maxine Scates
With My Senses in Ruins | Scavenge and Transform
Here’s a recipe for seeing: sleep
Jonathan Weinert
Notes on Desire
Archytas of Tarentum said the most fatal curse
Elizabeth Jacobson
Unrest or What the French Horn Can Teach You
To master the French Horn, you need lips of steel
Karen Paul Holmes
Wilderness
The mind is a wilderness like Bartram’s, razed, cemented over, marked by rows
Carol Frost
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