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The Last of Fanfare
By fire, then, but within view of a rough sea?
Carl Phillips
The Last Orgasm
Sometimes I think of the innocent live
Nin Andrews
The Last Plume Poems
the year that is when Churchill begged
Stuart Friebert
The Last Time I Saw My Mother Before the Pandemic, #Me Too & Ready
was on Valentine’s Day 2020. The residents who were able to sit up
Denise Duhamel
The Last Widow | The Last Mirror
The last widow misses men. The last widow misses her husband
Jason Schneiderman
The Latch
One sound, the click of the latch on the gate,
Maurice Manning
THE LEAVES HAVE NO PITY
gathering under the porch like abandoned promises,
Diane Wakoski
The Left Hand
clay votive offering
Fred Marchant
The Lesson
It seems to me you don’t dare express yourself
Stuart Dybek
THE LIGHTS ON THE BOATS
I didn’t start this to break anyone’s heart.
C Dale Young
The List
Branches shiver as if a wand
John Skoyles
The Little Engine
He is not an engine that could. Busted up, broken and backward, call him “fucked-up,”
Rebecca Cook
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