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Salvation, in B#
Bigtime Baltimore, new
Afaa Michael Weaver
Those little plastic number puzzles | Linnaean
given out at grade school parties:
Lisa Gluskin Stonestreet
Confession Therapy and Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT)
One summer, as I was cleaning out the grooves in my palm, I was living in a monastery.
Duy Đoàn
Eating the Madeleine
I remember the scut of it:
Jan Freeman
Purge
The Aryan Jesus, in Hitler’s painting
Bruce Bond
Someone Is Walking the Pig
Someone is walking the pig in our downstairs hallway, where the shops are.
Fleda Brown
Two Poems
might it not behoove us to retire, to pull away
Bruce Beasley
The Poets
They are farmers, really--
Linda Pastan
Fake Lemon Tree on a November Day in a Boat Depot in Chelsea
O lemon tree, how you emerge, distinct from everything
Helen Bournas-Ney
Daniel Whipped at the Market, St. Augustine, 1849
What makes memory?
Hunt Hawkins
Synecdoche, New York
When you meet
Troy Jollimore
Lost Tails, City of Money and Counting the Money
One day our tails fell off and lay at our feet like giant dead caterpillars.
Jeff Friedman
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