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I’m Going to Bed When You Go to Bed
Let someone else learn the borders of every country’s will,
Laurie Lamon
from Nothing in the Dark
My mother would assuage my childhood night-fears by saying There's nothing in the dark that you can't see during
Fred Muratori
Late in October
Late in October, I watch
Linda Pastan
Angles | Bad News
The master speaks to a tree.
Pamela Alexander
Fable 7, 8 & 9
I knew a boy with swastikas on his sneakers. I never knew the story.
Bruce Bond
Ode to Disarmament
I am fairly sure that the leafhopper
John Kinsella
A Place
As a foreigner, I wasted a lot of energy
Bob Hicok
The Maker
The maker never uses thread
Robert Hilles
Heard in Claesz
Decanting like the lees
Hoyt Rogers
A Catalogue
You wrote me a letter in a very fast hand
Max Winter
Butchering the Ram | James Cameron Descends into Lake Baikal
And while traveling the transcendental path of non-violence,
Amarsana Ulzytuev
Synecdoche, New York
When you meet
Troy Jollimore
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