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What if I was uttered into existence through the teamwork of cultists
Timothy Donnelly
Almost and Caught Out
Cows and sheep segregate themselves
Annette Barnes
The House of Wittgenstein
He never saw the malls of Petaluma, nor met the amazing cricketeer Montezuma. He never heard a laugh track. We’d
Ira Sadoff
The Epileptic
Conversations with him are like waiting for thunder.
Jehanne Dubrow
From a Bench at MOMA
Don’t wanna, don’t wanna,
Clare Rossini
Two Poems
Begins standing In service
Danielle Legros Georges
Hunger Abstract
A black cat
Devin Johnston
Before They Came For Us | Civilian Exiting the Facilities | Table for Six
They met in the woods below our homes, brought their sawed-off shotguns and
Idra Novey
The Russian Senior Building. Newark, NJ | Mercury
Those who are younger-younger play their bingo,
Irina Mashinski
Seesaw
The sun was overhead. The playground steamed.
Bhisham Bherwani
PHAROAH
Whenever we were out on the dance floor, I always looked at your face, while you looked downward, inward, at
Paul Lisicky
From “Underworlds”
Hell of an exit,
Kimberly Johnson
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