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At The Harbor, Martha Christina

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Some days,
light passing
its benevolent hands

36., Sean Lause

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Thomas Null, machine 36, the hole-puncher,
was secretly apprenticed to despair

Sonny, R. Steve Benson

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Seized by the day
he fell under a harrow

Confidence, Laura Buermann

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I am a polysyllabic phenomenon,
a thesauric wunderkind

You And I, Gregory Sherl

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This morning we decide to build
a baby in your belly.

On The First Morning, Patsy Anne Bickerstaff

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of spring
when I see a red shiny
balloon valentine shaped
descend

43rd And Main, Linsey Morse

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They see a burnt-out bitch on a sidewalk,
selling sex, her soul, to the devil for a smoke.

We And The Joneses, Robert Laughlin

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Firmament will hit our heads--the
Ecos have the final word.

On The Pardoning Of Two Thanksgiving Turkeys By The President Of The United States Of America, Jennifer Perrine

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For this particular sentence, there is a reprieve
because there's a precedent, an annual event
stretching back to Harry Truman's postwar days, lurking

Dedication, Charles Harper Webb

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Where did Blake Bumgardner find the washtub-sized
cojones to confess over the phone, then listen

Secret Lives, Mary Elizabeth Parker

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A lacy blouse, two breasts beneath

The Place Of Literature, Paul Hostovsky

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Mr. Gordon was perhaps a little tipsy
at the awards ceremony, perhaps a little

I Killed A Bug Last Night, Carol Hamilton

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He was walking along the edge
of the tasseled rug, no hurry,

A Map For Students, William Jolliff

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They want to make their poems right themselves,
and they know they should, but to win the A
they need me to like their work (so goes the rumor).

A Bullfight, C. W. Owens

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Warily, the bull's hooves pound the sand--
black hide, muscle, churning with intelligence--

Peace, Jack Granath

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I remember it as
a rock song, though

Art Of The Bardo, Robert Haynes

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What can be known of the Bardo is simply
a reawakening to, say, a Monach,

The Palm Reader Is Packing It In, Richard Luftig

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Since the cops have cracked down
there's no future in fortune telling anymore.

Children At The Wake, John Grey

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I admit that, more than once,

I've pointed to the sky

Traveling Alone, She Fell In The Sistine Chapel--, M. J. Iuppa

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collapsed in a whirl, as if a gust of wind
struck her weak ankle and set her spinning--

Bee Lust In Manhattan, John F. Buckley, Martin Ott

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Thousands of bees swarmed outside a Manhattan
deli, trapping dozens of patrons, the meat scent

On John Coltrane's "My Favorite Things", Nathaniel Lee Hansen

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With steady three-beat brushes and cymbal
of Elvin Jones, stand-up pulse of Steve Davis,

He's A Thief, Eliza Demarseilles

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He stole a piece of my heart, attached it to a voodoo doll

I Have Already Thrown This Poem Away, Buff Whitman-Bradley

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I have already thrown this poem away
It's crumpled up in a ball

A Dissertation On Rhymation, Evan Wallace

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The preparation for navigation through creation of sensation

Chain-Smoking Mavericks At The Crestview Center For Health And Rehabilitation, Brent Taylor

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It's strange how there are some things
about yourself you'll never know