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AT THE SLEEP CLINIC
I sat in the parking lot of the sleep clinic
Chard deNiord
Poem with Ginger in it
This rough hooked lump, this botched
Amit Majmudar
Shin Issues | Flash Flood
Probably you have shins.
Douglas Goetsch
Yard Art in Georgia
Their presence was sudden.
Kelly Cherry
My Groundhog
I had a groundhog in my back yard.
Gardner McFall
Late Elegy for Charlotte
You were about to sail the Seine.
Lynn Emanuel
Language Is a Form of Walking, Even at Age of 87 and Three, in One Story
At 30, she learns to rewrite herself in a phonetic language,
Shao Wei
After Ungaretti
For the sake of argument, which
Christopher Buckley
Lag sol time
Please are the big good door, no one is so did it anymore will be to period. No: only if he’d sown wheat in a set fiche
Pierre Joris
Valediction in Guatemala
We say goodbye in front
Susan Fuchtman
Doorbell: 5:14 AM
The policeman touches
Claudia Monpere
The Call |Palm
You and I, we have been here before.
Bruce Bond
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