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The Madonna Poems
She bends to lift him from the basket.
Frances Richey
The Magician and HER
This is how you peel back layers of bees
Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick
The Maker
The maker never uses thread
Robert Hilles
The Mending Wall
No one noticed as I left both the tour group
James Davis May
The Merchants of Venice
The man speaks some Italian, the woman
Annette Barnes
The Mercies of Noah’s Wife
Among the most measly of beasts, she has her pets,
Martin Galvin
the midwest sheds its skin
& leaves it clinging to a fence post
Doug Ramspeck
The Mind Sliding
around inside the scene:
Wayne Miller
The Minefield and Uncanny Daddy
In the hospital after so strangely
Charles O. Hartman
The Mirror
We dream of two dragons
Norman Dubie
The Morgue is Closed & Pélican Dans Sa Píeté
Any décor depresses when it shows
Martha Serpas
The Movie My Murderer Makes
My murderer sits in row F, seat 3, just behind my wife and me, in row E, seats 3 and 4.
Chris Shipman
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