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I meant to be talking of the huge cargo ship
Joseph Millar
The White Door and White Green Red Tree Stone Sun
I made an offering and left the shore.
Rachel Hadas
Relapse
I loved bar light,
Maxine Scates
Debris
I love those spirits
Lola Ridge
Testimony of an Armless Man
I lost my arms in a farming accident, but later found I’d grown phantom limbs. There were many things I
Dara Elerath
Geology Lessons
I look back through the window of a Greyhound Bus
Susan Rich
YAWP
I long to move closer
Robert Nazarene
BIRD
I lived between the hemisphere of songbirds and the hemisphere
Bruce Smith
The All-Overs, This is Where God Stays When He’s in Town and Mr. Jackson’s Killer
I like words like gallimaufry, tawdry, billingsgate—braggadocio! Rodomontade.
David Kirby
The Loneliness of His Death
I like to think there’s a place where all the poets go
Sharon Dolin
Family Once Removed and Who Cooks for You?
I like to be alone
Judy Katz
Light and Dark
I like that the word light is powerful and yet so gentle, like a good man.
John Poch
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