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Early Explorers Sometimes Carried Watermelons Instead of Canteens & Close Your Eyes
Ever cut open a watermelon
Katharine Rauk
Morgellons
Jorge Luis Borges translated Thomas Browne
John Kinsella
Meeting Shakespeare
I met Shakespeare in a hotel room downtown.
Austen Leah Rose
A Brief Portfolio
When the light goes out, and the book is set down
Campbell McGrath
SOME FAITH
God we need rain. And white flowers.
Barbara Ras
Eating the Madeleine
I remember the scut of it:
Jan Freeman
A Brief Portfolio
“What is truth?” Pilate asked. Before Jesus could answer Pilate was on his way out the door.
Jeffrey Skinner
Three Poems
Resingeing his right palm each take,
Adam Tavel
To Fire
In my backyard, huddled over my magnifying
Lance Larsen
Double Effect: December 31
the bridge closes behind you
Martha Serpas
Wilhelmina Shakespeare
Blond hair, blue eyes, buck teeth: we taunted you
Rafael Campo
The Silver Bullet
When I wasn’t washing my hands, I remembered
Lynn Levin
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