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Washing Women, Cathedral and Sky
And when deep into the afternoon,
Kwame Dawes
the kitchen song
so strong a wind
Zhu Zhu
Carbide
As he approached the river a little Fiat drew off the main road and parked among
A.L. Snijders
Leave It Lay Where Jesus Flung It
What a colossal wrong fall she took—that mastodon caught
Jane Springer
My Friend, Nice Socks & The Last Dance
My friend wanted to have breakfast at the local strip club.
Peter Johnson
Bending Truth to Advantage
From Robert Lowell’s poem “Those Before Us,” these final lines: “Pardon them for existing.
Scott Withiam
A Brief Portfolio
As the fight went on my father set
Floyd Skloot
Honor Guard
Who does this body
D.A. Powell
Sign Language I & II translated by Kareem Abu-Zeid
It’s not that I
Olivia Elias
Fragment
The past is a point of departure
Eric Pankey
To a High Aircraft | Palazzo Maldura
While now by slow degrees
Karl Kirchwey
Three Poems
A little man was sleeping in the bright sunlight
Tanella Boni
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