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Shame
Why did I want a Queen Conch shell
Sandy Solomon
Sharp Noises at Night
When I travel to the Midwest, trains
Marge Piercy
She Dog | Mermaid
A ticky rain of blood from
Terese Svoboda
She Leans
A house: scoured and scarred by wind, its unpainted
Lisa Russ Spaar
She Painted Artichokes
You had nothing to say so you painted some splendid artichokes
Emmanuel Moses
She Said She Saw Vowels
underneath her birdfeeder
Angie Estes
She said she saw, Maya Lin and At night, I tried
She said she saw her own veins
Christina Pugh
SHE-POETS CENTO
Femininity is a sickness. I open my eyes.
Kate Daniels
Shifts and Song for Sally
Middle school cafeteria duty monitoring ungainly, dour
Scott Withiam
Shin Issues | Flash Flood
Probably you have shins.
Douglas Goetsch
SHINE, NOT BURN
Just at that point
Sarah Anne Stinnett
Shooting Pool in the Mental Hospital
Because memory is not the hovering bank shot that stops at the lip
Al Maginnes
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