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Edinburgh University Anatomical Collection
Take shelter awhile from mortality
Karl Kirchwey
Geology Lessons
I look back through the window of a Greyhound Bus
Susan Rich
Elegy for a Young Garden
Shattered bricks, flayed sockets
Claire Malroux
Dealing with the Forbidden & How It Begins
I've a talent for throwing things away.
Alice Friman
The Piece
Some years ago I painted the room gray.
Miguel Avero
Ghazal, After Ferguson
Somebody go & ask Biggie to orate
Yusef Komunyakaa
MR. DARCY TALKS
Mr. Darcy talks to the same woman
Victoria Chang
[The Porcupine Left Its Hovel]
The porcupine left its hovel
Muhammad Kijuma
CALLING BACK | CHARITY
My daughter sings in snow falling through the scent of red oak or ash, some of the flakes large enough to contain passages from Emily Dickinson’s letters.
Steven Cramer
Intelligent Design & Miramar Point
7, 8, 9 years old,
Christopher Buckley
Memorial Bench
Suzanne and Half Zantop loved sitting here—
Joyce Peseroff
The Lesson
It seems to me you don’t dare express yourself
Stuart Dybek
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