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Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning (Psalm 30:5)

By Ron L. Dowell

The charlatan bilked them // Out of what they’d said was sacred. // The lion's teeth specialize in cutting meat.

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midwife and pieces

By M. Frost

stumble // through snow // mounds // belly-deep // form // elemental // letters

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Elioteen

By George Shuster

young man carbuncular falls apart decomposes hell if I know

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living for a while

By Walter Heineman

living for a while in a hospital // is living in the world of footsteps // and changing emotions.

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Bang, Summer coming, and the colours, and Mark

By DS Maolalai

it's october. fireworks bang // like cracked knuckles.

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High School, and The Coachman

By Matt Dennison

I'd love to hear a horse clop by // my window late at night.

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In Situ

By A.T. Robinson

It was there all along: // a knot beneath the skin, // a stranger's tongue in darkness

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Hypnotizing Chickens

By Michael Boissevain

One Saturday afternoon in the shoulder // season between calving and haying

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let us cast lots, and can't we have a lesbian love story where no one dies?

By Caleb Wolfson-Seeley

I hate rich people, // my son says, spat // from the belly of the bus // that each day returns him // to dry land

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Rue

By Arjun Khade

In her woman's world, a virtual wombniverse; her vultcherish watchers wild in their flickering half-dreams of fleshy lust and crimson joy.

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brine, this is a Bauhaus love affair, and there are foxes now

By Lucinda Trew

snow is coming // so are trucks carrying // glacial tons of salt to season // winter and cure streets // with brine

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Becoming a Believer and NFPA 70E

By Avery H. Thompson

The locals, believers of gods, drink tsipouro long into the night // And brag to me about how lucky they were to be born here