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Five years of nothing. Then, one night she calls
Peter Campion
Train to Naples and “It’s Awful Plain”
Five ceramic half-ducks flew up the wall.
Kate Northrop
Broadcast
Five blank days of snow,
Stuart Dybek
OVER THE MOON
Five a.m.—the soft percussion of the rain
John Brehm
Between the Bed and the Window
First, the light, which is always
Ron Slate
Little Torch
First there was delight, delight in the windchimes,
Katie Ford
Of Weeping
First there is the weeping one weeps when one reads a good poem,
Daniel Bosch
Barrage Balloons, Buck Alec, Bird Flu and You
First there is the weeping one weeps when one reads a good poem,
Paul Muldoon
Story of My Species
first she was in the ocean
Zhao Lihua
Liquidation
Final closeout, clearance sale, you said:
Virginia Konchan
DOMINION HELD AND ALTERED BY CHILDREN
Feral children leave the inside screens
Bruce Smith
SHE-POETS CENTO
Femininity is a sickness. I open my eyes.
Kate Daniels
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