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I was four or five, bored by the dull terrain
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Ghazal, After Ferguson
Somebody go & ask Biggie to orate
Yusef Komunyakaa
Physics & Green Room
Was Jesus materializing inside a locked room
Megan Wildwood
THE WHITE ROAD
I am walking along the dazzling ruin of a road I knew
Daniel Tobin
Flour, Eggs, Milk, Baking Powder, Salt and God
O Best Beloved, tell me, if you know, why—
Suzanne Lummis
Killer
When he saw me coming
John Skoyles
Heroic Register
I imagine a bed in the middle of a room.
Griffin Brown
Lava Lakes and Petrified Forests in the Afterlife
I watched a roomful of faces exert effort to remain unrevealed
Dara Wier
I Became Friends | When I Was Fifteen | I Can Recall
I became friends with a girl who was in the institution with me, also fifteen, also getting shock treatment, a girl who
Paola Antonetta Susanne
Rome/Glasgow: Early March
Our favorite time to visit—cool air for all-day walking, in
Ron Smith
Battle Hymn of the Republic
God, could Kieran sing!—
Aaron Wallace
Vanity
it’s easy to fritter your life away
Abdourahman Waberi
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