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Dear Reader Are You Having a Good Day?
Dear reader are you having a good day?
Hsia Yü
Dear— and On Misreading a Line by Mario de Andrade
Scorch splinter shard and itch Dear glitch
Betsy Sholl
Death and the Miser
When death comes, it all goes:
Jeff Fearnside
DEATH MARCH
Carry her the way it has to hurt:
Terese Svoboda
Death of God
Bituminous was so soft, so much like dust
Gerald Stern
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
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