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The Harrow Plow
Each spring it sank a little further down
Adam Tavel
Why I Started Writing a Novel
Earlier today I started writing a novel out of the simple
Jessica Greenbaum
ELEGY WITH FULL DRESS BLUES
Early in our marriage I would stand
Jehanne Dubrow
Given Plums
Early July my sister and I filled two sacks of plums from our orchard. We shook each tree until the ripest orbs fell
Dzvinia Orlowsky
TAROT: THE EMPRESS
Earth pours wet, quick scimitars
Annie Finch
Drinking, Failure and Erotics
Easing from fixed to felt, mellow waves of breeze, the lean
Paula Bohince
His Side
Easy now to stand on a bluff and see
Kelly Sievers
From The Little Book of Passage
Ecco il fiume che mi allarga lo sguardo, che mi attraversa la fronte.
Franca Mancinelli
Eggs
Eggs in the cakes invoked by Marie Antoinette.
Barbara Ras
LEONTES
Elusive, but only sweetened by
Donald Revell
Sister Dementia Remembers & Phone Booth
Enough of bosom, ass, and pillow—
Nancy Mitchell
Another Morning, Same Mountain
Enshrouded mountain,
Maureen N. McLane
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