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IT’S 4PM IN THE E.R. AND I AM REARRANGED WITH A SMALL SADNESS
I don't know what made me think
Sonja Halvorson
Potato | The Surface
I do not want to finish my potato,
Martha Rhodes
Thalia
I died with them while they were alive.
Donald Revell
THE LIGHTS ON THE BOATS
I didn’t start this to break anyone’s heart.
C Dale Young
The World As Sound
I didn’t speak until I was five
Michael Simms
Two Poems
I didn't know it then, but we were learning Italian...
Christopher Buckley
What We Do with What We Are
I did not get better.
Elizabeth Metzger
Two Poems
I could never say anything about my father
Patricia Clark
The Window & On Turning 79
I check the den window a few times each day
C. G. Hanzlicek
The Book of Forgotten Geniuses
I can understand why the Egyptians
Stewart Moss
The Town of Horne
I can only find it when I take
Christopher Brean Murray
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
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