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Vega
On my bed in late afternoon I am listening
Brian Swann
Shakedown, Sleeping Mother and The Touch
On Main Street, two cops stop me in front of the tire store. One is big and burly and the other is lean
Jeff Friedman
Locked Gate
On December 19, 1980
Susan Gardner
from Border Crossings
On dark nights when I have no words of my
Dennis Maloney
Pitty-Pat
Oleander to the death of horses
Donald Revell
Early Christianity: A Poem | Rome
OK, says James, let them keep their foreskins.
Ron Smith
Pet of the Week
Oh, Salsa, I too
Cathleen Calbert
A Canticle Rehearsal in The Temple and The Waters Do Not Return, Even to Meribà
Oh, I am tired of my land,
Salvador Espriu
Tongue of Language | Nightmare
Oh tongue of language, moving with your comb
Annie Finch
The Good Hand
Often, without warning, my left hand
Julie Bruck
Bathroom Mirror
Often, when dazzled by sunlight,
James Longenbach
This Surface
Of the earth,
André du Bouchet
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