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Abramovic
The eyes are the edge of the central nervous system.
Rick Barot
The Oklahoma Purchase
William Howard Taft wouldn’t drink before dark.
Brian Henry
Vesper
The sky is blue for reasons other than atmospheric ones.
Chard deNiord
Morning, Redux | Drift Road
Another morning in the obscure,
William Logan
Family Way
In my family, when any one of the women of my grandmother’s generation dreamt of fish she would get on the phone to
Sean Hill
Sunflower
Relapse my maze
Fady Joudah
An Occupation
The world will end in pink. Those clouds just above the horizon
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Notes From Sick Rooms
Who really wants to be a caregiver?
Molly Peacock
Charade
I was thinking of the sad
Adam Scheffler
Post Structuralism
But the first idea was not to shape the clouds
Christopher Buckley
In Memory
I remember the night my father died
Floyd Skloot
Zen Dictionary
In the Zen Dictionary, intention
Dick Allen
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