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Damned if I’ll be the woman who collects mass produced throw pillows counts her
Jane Springer
The Birthdays of the Dead
It is an affront in their land
Charles O. Hartman
Dryer
This seemingly permanent revolution,
James Pollock
ABC Minors
Painted in oils on wood, the entire composition
Linda Bierds
Regret
Later in life, we enter the neighborhood
Anton Yakovlev
From the Republic of Sleep and Mercy | The Island to Remind You of Your Childhood
All night I dreamt death
Heather Altfeld
Because What Else Could I Do
I alone in a restaurant
Martha Collins
The Barricade
The barricade measures two meters high and twelve meters wide
Dag T. Straumsvåg
Block Party
Start Me Up! was what started it--Monica Litzkus from up
David Huddle
Bed
I haven’t got a fingernail or bed
Sarah Arvio
From the Ass’s Mouth: A Theory of the Leisure Class
Up on stage in the three-quarters empty auditorium,
Tom Sleigh
Yahrzeit
This was the woman who remembered her childhood.
Mark Jarman
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