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The Beginner
Doesn’t have a clue, sips whiskey in a train
Sigman Byrd
Ophelia
Where stars sleep on the calm black waters,
Steve Kronen
The Movie My Murderer Makes
My murderer sits in row F, seat 3, just behind my wife and me, in row E, seats 3 and 4.
Chris Shipman
Charade
I was thinking of the sad
Adam Scheffler
Hymn of the Squirrels, Echidna Tremens and Singled Out
Not an issue of ‘variety’, of red, brown, grey and black,
John Kinsella
Two Poems translated from the Persian by Sholeh Wolpé
I’ve heard the volley of a thousand soldiers,
Mujib Mehrdad
POPULATION ZERO
Cockroaches ignored the winter dawn
Carol Frost
Observatory at the Prison
The day is warm, so we take chips and pop from the visitation-room vending machines to a
Debra Nystrom
Three Poems
I dropped a sprig of laurel into your grave
Karl Kirchwey
Edinburgh University Anatomical Collection
Take shelter awhile from mortality
Karl Kirchwey
go ahead, flash your badges
good, the heart is closed now
Aleks Zywicki
PAPERS
On the great estate her Great
Sandra Alcosser
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