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Kenneth Pobo
"I walk to The Factory, a gay bar. It's Saturday, drag night. There's Nancy Sinatra"
Alex Stolis
"It will start in two hours— the forced smile and the white noise, the wind will smell"
Lynn Strongin
"the haze that coats sight like eggshell varnish a painting makes cruelty shine."
CarrieAnn Thunell
"She wore the red and black paint of a thousand landscapes across her face."
Davide Trame
"In between the rattlings of the rails into the rails, out of the train window"
Jennifer VanBuren
"Dr. Carola pontificates with owl-beaked, gray-brow professors then chatters in Portuguese"
Klyd Watkins
"Solomon asked, "Jack, do you understand this?" Jack opened his mouth to say no"
Luke Welch
"His silhouette eclipsed the hallway light that last night, his head bowed, hair wild"
Patricia Wellingham-Jones
"She doesn't care how old she gets how the pounds add up to inches She ties daffodils"
Earl J. Wilcox
"What a woman! That day she looked back was no different from any other. The night before"
Gale Acuff
"Ponies. Tiny and Dolly. Father lets the empty pasture to Mr. Lecroy, who trucks them over"
Denise Calvetti Michaels
"When I Begin to Sew, Cara Nonna, I Write When I begin – boundaries and the heaviness"
Jared Carter
"Not by severance but by division. Not propagation stalk by stalk, but the way"
Michael Estabrook
"In the living room of the Rookwood Inn, among the antique bookshelves and French-patterned"
Richard Fein
"Judith cut off a human head yet became a heroine of Israel. How did she wash the blood"
John Grey
"She died in Roanoke on a rainy day. Clouds squeezed the breath out of the earth"
Billy Joe Howell Sinnard
"A basalt Hina squats on a throne of earth, a calabash of winds at her feet. Her hair cascades"
Albert Huffstickler
"I still don't understand: these people carved in the image of the archetypal woman— "
Robert Legat
"More than once upon a time, She led me through the looking glass Of my own distracted"
Ellaraine Lockie
"She slips a string of red recycled beads over the hanger holding her suit"
Helen Losse
"I do not know you, Rosie. And the soprano at your service sang in a language I don't know"
Robin Maclean
"For our first feast of time, I will prepare for you a caricature of the sun"
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