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Confusing Myself with the Whippoorwill
Today, I was a madness of regrettable actions. At the convenience store, I eyed the cashiers warily as they slouched in
Christopher Kennedy
SPITE FENCE | THE HUMAN CANARY
My neighbor forced his abutter
John Skoyles
Two Poems
My nearsighted eye is for splinters, the threading of needles,
James Richardson
Three Orgasm Poems
She thinks success would be her best revenge. It’s not enough for her now, merely to be alive. Or to feel bliss in brief
Nin Andrews
Bending Truth to Advantage
From Robert Lowell’s poem “Those Before Us,” these final lines: “Pardon them for existing.
Scott Withiam
Square of Beveled Glass
Hag––first thought.
Joan Larkin
Braid Him Into the Earth
Knee-high coffin of wicker, earth-boat floating through the woods.
Julia Thacker
Three Poems translated from Argentinian Spanish by Lorena Wolfman
Entering the house from the back without letting anyone know,
María Casiraghi
Errand
The fawn was
David Baker
AUDITION
Once through an ancient stage door, past a sign
Carol Muske-Dukes
Three Poems
I dropped a sprig of laurel into your grave
Karl Kirchwey
Cotton Candy
At first it gives like a sponge, elastically, and you think you’ll only make an
Maura Stanton
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