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Four Square and Enthralled
Mornings I’m grateful to my nightly self
Charles O. Hartman
from THE CITY OF PARIS HAS YOU IN MIND TONIGHT
When G died began the midnight panic attacks.
Deborah Landau
Powder
Yesterday I opened your pill box, and there
Mark Irwin
It Happened at Wind Sings, Trees Whisper Farm
The wind, broken and wild,
Judy Jordan
On Brueghel’s the Tower of Bable
Anybody calling this scheme stupid
William Trowbridge
Arrow Boy
They see her as a genie in a pager.
Martha Serpas
Listen Up Medusa | Personal Narrative
Seduced by your statuesque
Michael Homolka
Aunt Rolla
She had the softest face
Mark Jarman
I failed a bird today
a House sparrow. I had to look
Michael Mark
Pink is the Navy Blue of India
Flea market guy tells me the pornos are five dollars
David Kirby
Sister Dementia Remembers & Phone Booth
Enough of bosom, ass, and pillow—
Nancy Mitchell
The Barricade
The barricade measures two meters high and twelve meters wide
Dag T. Straumsvåg
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