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Bedtime Story
It wasn’t only my father who believed in the romanticism of war
Bruce Cohen
Two poems by Louis-Philippe Dalembert translated from French by Nancy Naomi Carlson
dune of a beauty
Louis-Philippe Dalembert
The Last Orgasm
Sometimes I think of the innocent live
Nin Andrews
The Last Widow | The Last Mirror
The last widow misses men. The last widow misses her husband
Jason Schneiderman
Back in the U.S.S.R
We weren’t the Beach Boys’ California girls,
Dzvinia Orlowsky
The Ant’s Plunder
When I stuck out my hand to grab the iron door handle, a hidden ant attacked my right
Xi Chuan
Incident in the Park
Working back from the moment I rose off the bench,
Kathleen Flenniken
[There was the way his mother]
There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.
Megan Nichols
Double Sonnet Ending in New Testament
This poem is meant to have the make and model
Erika Meitner
A Love Letter from Larkin | Chemotherapy
Dearest, while waiting for my cheese to melt
D.M. Thomas
First Wedding
It was one of those days when not even the bland sun
Diane K. Martin
Guitar & Lantern
The boy with prosthetic limbs is the flame
Bruce Bond
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