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Me Showering
I am showering, which isn’t much in itself
Alberto Rios
Let Me Hear You
I am the disappearing point of an inverted pyramid
Alan Shapiro
Poem With A Ghost Town
I am the town that everyone left
Cynthia Atkins
THE WHITE ROAD
I am walking along the dazzling ruin of a road I knew
Daniel Tobin
I Became Friends | When I Was Fifteen | I Can Recall
I became friends with a girl who was in the institution with me, also fifteen, also getting shock treatment, a girl who
Paola Antonetta Susanne
Mother Doesn’t Bite
I bite instead and she needs salt,
Terese Svoboda
Study: Old Watercolor and Joe
I bought an old watercolor in a primitives shop and brought it home to my in-laws’ on summer vacation.
Sandra McPherson
Lunette 15
I came into the world through a wound
Bruce Bond
OÚ EST LE CHAT
I can ask this, which is good
Cathleen Calbert
Winter Morning and Ceci n’est pas un pot
I can easily imagine someone always doubting before he opened his front door whether
M.L. Williams
The Town of Horne
I can only find it when I take
Christopher Brean Murray
The Book of Forgotten Geniuses
I can understand why the Egyptians
Stewart Moss
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