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Reading About Keith Jarrett This Morning in the Paper and Ode to the Table of Contents
how he probably won’t play in public again
Jessica Greenbaum
love sonnet to aliens | Putin statue project
the known universe is self-referential: it has no choice.
Andrei Codrescu
Five Orgasms after reading Lydia Davis
You are sleeping beside me, but I can’t sleep, not in this roadside hotel smelling of new carpet and cigarettes. It’s late.
Nin Andrews
On the Way to the Acupuncturist
In the wrong lane, the slow one—
Carol Moldaw
Pompeii
Because the worst catastrophes
Michelle Bitting
The Definition of Postmodernism & If
I was in David Lehman’s Modern Poetry class when I first heard the term “postmodernism.”
Nin Andrews
Two Poems
I could never say anything about my father
Patricia Clark
The Age of the Onion
The onion is a Book of Revelations, diced to proverb-size.
David Keplinger
Seeking Alpha
Praise for the one who can take us above
Sophie Cabot Black
To a Man in Rags Holding Out a Cup | A 100-year-old Man Asks Me to Write about Something
I don’t have much
Frannie Lindsay
from Sleeping with Bashō
Growing out of clouds like a cedar tree—
David Trinidad
My Father Was a Honey Bee
My father was a honey bee He buzzed and buzzed
Jan Freeman
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