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Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)
i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the
Campbell McGrath
Saving The Spider | Diamond Dog, Unleashed in the Airport | Amulet
I. Not
Diane Wakoski
Hail to Thee,
I write, my wrist nodding
Angie Estes
Invocation
I would like beamed to me from the Muse's tower high atop Parnassus
Richard Hoffman
Remnant Tongue
I woke wounded
Marilyn A. Johnson
The Daughter and 6AM
I wish I had another chance
Linda Pastan
My Fjord | Someone Else’s Someone Else
I will sail through my own fjord and I will name the fjord My Fjord.
Lee Upton
Ohio
I will remember you in a Golden Corral after church on a Sunday.
Milica Mijatović
Armed Stasis
I will make a fact with you Robert Frost.
Charles Bernstein
Sweet Nothings
I whispered to your offered ear
Alan Shapiro
Lava Lakes and Petrified Forests in the Afterlife
I watched a roomful of faces exert effort to remain unrevealed
Dara Wier
Car Trouble
I watch the engine start to burn
Charlie Clark
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