James Lineberger

THE CRY OF THE WILD RHINO   bobby and me went to high school together but over the years we drifted apart and i hadnt seen him in oh i...
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Deborah Allbritain

Sometimes I dream of that boy on his deathbed, calling for water, // a cold cloth, just before he dies, the atoms of him beginning to collapse

Kellam Ayres

A young woman was pleasuring herself / on a pine tree that had fallen across / the narrow river where I went to fish, / straddling the trunk...

Laura Behr

Maybe, it was for you / last summer that the birds outside my window screeched / in premonition. All of me was there, waiting for you.

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