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She Painted Artichokes
You had nothing to say so you painted some splendid artichokes
Emmanuel Moses
Hanging the Dirty Laundry
Father's ties were mother’s noose
Jan Freeman
ANTIGONE CONSIDERS HER FAMILY: Father and Mother
He was always unhappy—
Jennifer Franklin
Rilke 5 Translations
Almost like on the last day when the dead tear
Daniel Tobin
Rue Delambre
As soon as the plane takes off the city
Pui Ying Wong
ABC Minors
Painted in oils on wood, the entire composition
Linda Bierds
The Call |Palm
You and I, we have been here before.
Bruce Bond
Delete the Bird
My will was just a constant cuckoo
Elizabeth Metzger
Tails | On the Other Side
When our tails fell off, we had nothing to wag or wave behind us, nothing to curl up or
Jeff Friedman
The Madness of Crowds
Long thought wrongly to be Turkish for turban
Amy Beeder
Gonzalez-Torres at the Solstice and Why they Revere the Alcoholic Neighbor
Everyone guzzled what light there was leftover,
Merridawn Duckler
Two Departures from Rilke
Terrified past panic, strict lines collapsed,
Steven Cramer
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