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SPITE FENCE | THE HUMAN CANARY
My neighbor forced his abutter
John Skoyles
THE HEAD TRANSPLANT
They walk in and out of the room,
Marianne Boruch
Someone Is Walking the Pig
Someone is walking the pig in our downstairs hallway, where the shops are.
Fleda Brown
Armorial and The World is Burning
At least once or twice a season I take out
Brian Culhane
This Could Happen
If you kept walking you would eventually step out of yourself.
Susan Rich
How Sad
Their kisses were bitterly thin,
Martha Rhodes
Missing
If I told you simply that the bed in the Baptist Hospital
Carl Dennis
Glare
It just goes so fast,
Rae Armantrout
Salvation, in B#
Bigtime Baltimore, new
Afaa Michael Weaver
Plait
When I first knotted my hair against the coming of winter, I had grown tired of playing jacks and didn’t yet find boys
Carrie Etter
Bird of Paradise
The songs of the mariachi in the park
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
LIGHT OF THE MOON, PATRIMONY, AN UNWANTED LIGHT
We listened as a pair of owls rousted
Robert Wrigley
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