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Seeking Alpha
Praise for the one who can take us above
Sophie Cabot Black
Seesaw
The sun was overhead. The playground steamed.
Bhisham Bherwani
SELF PORTRAIT IN THE BACKYARD AS MOTHER
Tulip-bellied, fists full of weeds, the baby shuffles over the wet grass,
Nicole Cooley
Self-Portrait to Be Used in Meditation | 22 | Chesty Morgan and Her Crazy-Ass Titties
I have a live owl in my mouth instead of words;
Krzysztof Jaworski
SEND A SEARCH PARTY | FIRST SNOWFALL | A FINAL WALK WITH MY NEPHEW
My joints are full of dewy lights
Max Ritvo
SENTIMENTAL CONVERSATION
In an ancient park, isolated and icy,
Lloyd Schwartz
Separate Cars
Just happens is what I fear most. A couple grown insular,
Scott Withiam
Separation
Slumbering suburbs, calm depths of summer.
Ramón García
Sequoia
Immune to lightning and Arctic cold,
Nancy Naomi Carlson
Serial
I figure four times, you make it five
Andrew Wachtel
Sestina
The time is naturally over. It is another morning. Lie
Leah Umansky
Sestina for an Idiom
I was fifteen and all fights with my father ended
Sadaf Halai
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