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The Day
Day I didn’t blink and the day was gone.
Thomas Lux
The Dead, At Home,
snag on brush and low cactus.
Paul Nemser
The Death of Erik Satie
The arches aspire to points
Ron Slate
The Definition of Postmodernism & If
I was in David Lehman’s Modern Poetry class when I first heard the term “postmodernism.”
Nin Andrews
The Departure | The Screamer
Farewell my pond and all my many doves
Max Jacob
The Deposition
I get to school early, take down the crucifix.
Daisy Fried
The Dirty Orgasm, The Eleanor Ross Taylor Poems & Aren’t You Ashamed
I know what you think. I’m the orgasm poet. I have nothing else to write about. I should stop.
Nin Andrews
The Dog Days of August and Elaine’s Story
What huge effort to move through
Alice Friman
The Dolls’ House Mysteries
A woman lies so tidily
Helen Ivory
The Doorway | Wants
Two things she wanted among the left-behinds when her parents moved
Susan Eisenberg
The Dragonfly
Diamond-crusted wings flying an armored syringe
Keith Flynn
The dream and Useless is as useless doesn’t
For awhile I had a drawer full of electronic stuff,
Bob Hicok
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