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Ashes of Roses and Blue Chair
The early 19th Century rolls over
Christopher Howell
The World Provides
Someone somewhere must always be
Lawrence Raab
Don’t Know Much About the French I Took
I silently disapproved when they said, “Let’s go French
Ron Smith
KINDNESS DETECTOR | TRUTH IN ADVERTISING |
It looks like a bamboo flute, but has a motor that draws air across a copper plate treated with chemicals which,
Charles Harper Webb
I failed a bird today
a House sparrow. I had to look
Michael Mark
The Discarded Christmas Trees
lie on the sidewalks of New York:
Estha Weiner
Objects in Mirror Are Larger than They Appear
That beautiful girl on a bicycle smoking a cigarette:
Frannie Lindsay
The Last Harvest
Of course the snake is still here
J.P. Dancing Bear
Mass on the Beach
I’m trying not to wonder if the priest
Lexi Pelle
Joint Effort
Let the hunchback lie hump down
Amit Majmudar
Why I Haven’t “Outgrown Surrealism,” No Matter What That Moron Reviewer Wrote
I still love the sound of breaking,
Dean Young
The Path of Non-Attachment
Andrew totaled my car, leveled the house,
Tanya Grae
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