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Unexceptional
Except we were in love, or so it seemed.
Rafael Campo
from Devil Mutant Child
Exactly the hair I wanted,
Thylias Moss
Feral
Ex. A house. A trampoline. A raised garden bed. A Ford Bronco. A Cabbage Patch doll
Ashley Dailey
Home-Boys: Baby & Me (a Sapphic)
Ex-gang members. Driveby days over. Zero
Carol Muske-Dukes
Alex Averbuch translated from the Ukrainian by Oksana Maksymchuk and Max Rosochinsky
everything happened as in the early days of creation
Alex Averbuch
PHYSICS, ETC.
Everything and everybody are always doing something.
Arthur Vogelsang
WHEN EVENING COMES
Everyone here has so many faces,
Troy Jollimore
Gonzalez-Torres at the Solstice and Why they Revere the Alcoholic Neighbor
Everyone guzzled what light there was leftover,
Merridawn Duckler
Insomnia, A Love Story
Everybody sleeps. Our poem starts with that premise.
Nicole Cooley and Peter Cooley
Three Poems
Every time I try to walk
Carolyn Guinzio
Same Screen
Every summer the students at the Bread Loaf School of English
Rachel Hadas
Florida
Every beauty barbed, from the tiniest mites
Kimberly Johnson
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