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Untitled | Matinee
To dream a world on a hunk of shade,
Ben Mazer
EASTHAM TURNIPS, ROUTE 6, NOVEMBER
Honor System, the sign tacked to a scrub oak said,
Gail Mazur
Ode to the Paper Clip
O knot in two dimensions,
James Richardson
A Brief Portfolio
Both before and after our marriage,
Chase Twichell
Personal Life | I, Too, Arrived Here in the End | Godard
The universe is vast and boundless
Hsia Yü
Winter Morning and Ceci n’est pas un pot
I can easily imagine someone always doubting before he opened his front door whether
M.L. Williams
Notes on a 39-Year-Old Body
Most internal organs jiggle and glow and are rosy
Mary Szybist
Dear Lucinda Williams and Dear Jules
A power in proximity to terror, the lower middle-class sublime of a car’s back seat,
Bruce Smith
Plume
The old wheelbarrow aimed like a cannon
Dorianne Laux
On the Way to the Acupuncturist
In the wrong lane, the slow one—
Carol Moldaw
Trash
Good you are trashing, my husband says, when I send him a photo
Nicole Cooley
I’ll Hang Around as Long as You Will Let Me
John Prine is dead on TV in the season before trees bear peaches
Jane Springer
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