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Derealization
I left my body in Barnes & Noble
Julie Heming
Litterature
I am pleased
Robert Nazarene
Destinations
Why is it that the memory my mind chose
Jo-Ann Mort
CREATION MYTH
We never expected this. Shapes
Danielle Blau
Want
How do I want you? Let me count the ways.
Troy Jollimore
From the River of News
The President and his opponent both speaking in Ohio—
Robert Pinsky
The Morgue is Closed & Pélican Dans Sa Píeté
Any décor depresses when it shows
Martha Serpas
Wilderness
The mind is a wilderness like Bartram’s, razed, cemented over, marked by rows
Carol Frost
I Dreamed of Obama on the Night of His First Election
He stirred the coals of my dwindling campfire. We were alone. Blue tendrils of smoke punctuated the Mesozoic haze
Kathleen Flenniken
Therapon, III, 5
…you whose waters never breathe whose
Bruce Bond and Dan Beachy-Quick
A God | A Poet | “Facesti come quei che va di notte…” | The Mocking of Ceres
Here lies a god who was obtuse, just like us.
Yves Bonnefoy
Naked City
Apprehended in Herald Square carrying the head of his sister-in-law
Ron Slate
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