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Simon Armintage
Without Apology
Things happen. We’ve been promised
Annette Barnes
The Podium
He is bilious, potty-mouthed, at once puffy and rachitic. He sways, eyes red and rheumy as September strawberries.
D. Nurkse
In God’s Intestine and Goner
The husband, who has accepted Buddhist precepts,
Diane K. Martin
Across the Wide Missouri
It’s toward the end of the season.
Brian Swann
NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN
This is No Country for Old Men. The young
Troy Jollimore
I Decided to Weigh My Head
Was it really as heavy as it felt?
John Brehm
Things I’ve Discovered in Hong Kong
Semantics: clue that Trappist Dairy Milk Drink is not milk—had I read the label—
Glenn Mott
The Maker
The maker never uses thread
Robert Hilles
For the Dead Union
After summer rain, the old-growth forest
Christopher Bakken
Beards & The Gospel According to Ian Fleming
During my sleep, the entire world had been taken over by full beards.
Nicholas Samaras
FOUNTAIN
Dogwood white knuckle it through January, February, March:
Kathy Fagan
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