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Wraith
I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,
Davis McCombs
Wrapped in Paper and String
Monsters crawl in our brains,
Terese Svoboda
Writing Under the Influence of Me
It means I drop things, and I keep turning
Tony Hoagland
Wuhan
Utopia, or dystopia,
Kehan Yu
YA KNOW? | LITTLE-KNOWN ROYAL COGNOMENS
It’s been one of those days
William Trowbridge
Yahrzeit
This was the woman who remembered her childhood.
Mark Jarman
Yard Art in Georgia
Their presence was sudden.
Kelly Cherry
YAWP
I long to move closer
Robert Nazarene
Yellowphant and Don’t Forget
The circus so yellow and red stands on two feet,
Terese Svoboda
Yes
Yes, all things of water and our days rounded with light, yes,
Mark Irwin
Yet Another Life
And then one day I was no longer up
Michael Torres
You Don’t Travel Light, Life
is a cumbersome business.
Olga Maslova
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