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The Wayfarer
When the wings of the triptych are open as
Linda Gregerson
NIGHT COMMUNION
We met at the revolving hotel door. You’d shaved
Tara Skurtu
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
Two Stories and a Poem
Do you have a canned ham?
Lydia Davis
Someone Is Walking the Pig
Someone is walking the pig in our downstairs hallway, where the shops are.
Fleda Brown
Phone Call: Lesson in Style and The Story of Civilization
“Everything feels all swollen and puffy, like my brain
Tom Sleigh
Almost Nightfall
City lovely in its concocted dream, there
Noelle Kocot
The House
With stained red awnings
Mihaela Moscaliuc
GDR CHINA | LAMB
My housekeeper had the dishes brought
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
She Said She Saw Vowels
underneath her birdfeeder
Angie Estes
The Deposition
I get to school early, take down the crucifix.
Daisy Fried
BETRAYAL—ORANGES AND APPLES | EEE EQUALS EMCEE SQUARED
I am a plastic tree, naturally
Arthur Vogelsang
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