two boys are throwing stones
into the river—their mother
is beating colored dresses
against a small rock—there is...
Two Boys, Their Mother & The FaceBY ADEDAYO AGARAU
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Two Boys, Their Mother & The Face
Three poems BY MELISSA HOTCHKISS
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I have a hostage code, a panic button, motion detectors, sensors
The dryer has run all day, I can’t find my checkbook
The new light bulbs (so I am told) will last forever
Elegy By Alfred Corn
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“If only.” Said only if a mixed-media retrospect
is also being salvaged, the herringbone chevron
a swimmer inscribes on the mirroring lake.