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A SHOUT FROM THE DARK
If like a Buddhist I accepted the world
Pui Ying Wong
Testimony of an Armless Man
I lost my arms in a farming accident, but later found I’d grown phantom limbs. There were many things I
Dara Elerath
Armorial and The World is Burning
At least once or twice a season I take out
Brian Culhane
High Finance
You looked up and saw across the field
Sophie Cabot Black
Pierantonio on Being Married to Artemisia Gentileschi the Night She Dances the Ballet: War of Beauty War of Love, 1612
You broke through a bouquet
Kaitlin Rizzo
Why are white butterflies always in pairs
Above the Morning Glory. I’ve wondered this
Dorianne Laux
DOMESTIC
Another word for kid is it. You always love but do not always like it.
Adrian Blevins
Hungarian Lesson and Snow Rapture
In Hungary, you know something like the palm of your hand,
J. Allyn Rosser
Thomas Hardy in the Dorset County Museum
Turned sideways in a desk chair,
Floyd Skloot
THE INSURGENCY OF TEARS IS TO ERADICATE SADNESS AND HOLD JOY AS CLOSE AS THE MOON
Mike’s at The Whitney.
Matthew Lippman
Somebody’s Got My Hair | Cuffed
Somebody’s got my hair, I said to my lover, who stood in front of the mirror in a long white t-shirt brushing out her
Jeff Friedman
An Occupation
The world will end in pink. Those clouds just above the horizon
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
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