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Not really a father,
John Sibley Williams
Border Song: Within the Paper Spiral of Wasps
Janet Youngdahl
Wife Lessons
Jody Burke-Kaiser
Powered By English
Y Pronounced EE
Meredith Quartermain
Concurrent Incidents
I Flip a Coin and My Life Becomes Her
Jaimie Gusman
Invocation
I hold your ashes in my hand
Angeline Schellenberg
Ladybug, Ladybug
Cristalle Smith
The ice was coming nicely
Matthew Schmidt
{steeple-chase}
{grave-tending}
{declining dessert}
David Morgan O'Connor
Women of Trachis
Savannah Pulfer
Dear Jennifer,
Bridget Gage-Dixon
Inherited Water View
Looking at My Hand I See Her
Robert Carr
Now She's Going to Get It
Marjorie Silverman
Cherry Orchard Isabelle Ortner
Dark Night Full of Stars
After Trout in Siskiyou County
Bruce Robinson
Visionary
Nebraska
Katie Berger
Glory and the Neighbors
Untidy Ending
Lauren Camp
reflex 800possessedmoments Edward Wells
The ice was coming nicely
along in the cube trays.
Outside, in the pond, an otter
motors a flock-of-geese V.
Its soggy fur clear in my binocs.
How was your day, darling?
must be said in many rooms
as the doors open and shut
on another day apart.
Where is the green bean casserole
recipe? I said to my wife.
She didn’t answer. I live
on a trapeze above dirt, tights on,
swinging in thick silence.
A book open on the kitchen
counter by Virgil. Butter
shacked up in a dish. Some
outlets, daring me
to use them. Whatever
happened to mute us
began as water
where everything is said to begin
and must be true. You don’t
freeze or drown on separate earth.