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Imperial Crimson
There is no way I can write ‘producing meanings’ as my job in the CV,
Yuliia Vereta
Mr. Palomar’s Wave
A long time ago, I went with my aunt to hear
Julie Bruck
THE HEAD TRANSPLANT
They walk in and out of the room,
Marianne Boruch
In the Next Life and The Office of Apology
When I become the most trusted translator of your poems
Jessica Greenbaum
The Book of Guests
They gamboled toward me on the plain—two lambs
Chard deNiord
Bad Line in a Bad Paragraph
Where "grab a bite"
Lia Purpura
My Father Taught Me To Fish | Hmmmmm
Why did we have to kill you.
Christopher Crawford
A Few Estrogen Stories to Help Balance the Scales | Beasts of Burden
Imagine half a million Vietnamese up to their heinies slogging rice paddies for a year, and you have the salary of the
Lance Larsen
The Cormorant
They slip the string
Lee Upton
Observatory at the Prison
The day is warm, so we take chips and pop from the visitation-room vending machines to a
Debra Nystrom
What They Told Me At The Boy’s Club In Gainesville
Right over there, in the public library, that's where Rahul got shot--
Tony Hoagland
I Became Friends | When I Was Fifteen | I Can Recall
I became friends with a girl who was in the institution with me, also fifteen, also getting shock treatment, a girl who
Paola Antonetta Susanne
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