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Debris
I love those spirits
Lola Ridge
Deceiving the Gods
The old Jews rarely admitted good fortune.
Ellen Bass
December, First Frost
A small green house sits beside the highway, fading into maple shade.
David Bottoms
December, First Frost
A small green house sits beside the highway, darkening in maple shade.
David Bottoms
Deciduous (Evening in a Polar Vortex)
Blanket, you hear, means to cover,
Ella Flores
Delete the Bird
My will was just a constant cuckoo
Elizabeth Metzger
DELIBERATE AS THINKING IS THE RAIN
Stepping off the door lintel, down onto the grass as the day closed around us, grass, rising up inside its own squared
Elena Karina Byrne
Delilah Miklave
You think that you know baptism
Christine Byrne
Dentist, Mexico, 1959
The room was big, not small.
Alberto Rios
Derealization
I left my body in Barnes & Noble
Julie Heming
DERRIÈRE LE MUR ANTI-BRUIT/PROMENADES EN ÎLE-DE-FRANCE by Chantal Bizzini translated by J. Bradford Anderson
Pourquoi le rez-de-chaussée
Chantal Bizzini
Destinations
Why is it that the memory my mind chose
Jo-Ann Mort
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