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Cluster index: Lawrence Markert

Henry’s ad libs.

Lawrence Markert: ‘AGGARD, LEFT FOR dead, Henry stretches across two stuffed
chairs at the corner coffee shop, abandoned. He prays
the caffeine will reanimate his dazzled brain,

restore his brutish nature…’

Two poems.

Lawrence Markert: Ripeness knows what it sees; youth sees / what it does not know, an angel swimming across our eyes in rescue.