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I’m Nothing
close to a Zen scholar,
Christopher Buckley
I’LL CALL YOU THIS AFTERNOON,
I’ll call you nowhere, now
Angie Estes
I’m Going to Bed When You Go to Bed
Let someone else learn the borders of every country’s will,
Laurie Lamon
I’ve Lived Long with the Dead | The Word Stays Here
I’ve lived long with the dead. I know their
Sylva Fischerová
Idea for a Screenplay *
A man sits on his porch and reads aloud to the yard, to some plants and to some birds, his feelings of paranoia, anger
Michael Earl Craig
If He Had Missed It Would Have Killed Him
my uncle said of the dog pa shot
Brionne Janae
Imaginary Conversation | In the Orchard
You tell me to live each day
Linda Pastan
Imagined Corners
At the corner where the transept cuts the nave,
Christina Pugh
Imperial Crimson
There is no way I can write ‘producing meanings’ as my job in the CV,
Yuliia Vereta
Impressionist
Once it was declared awful because it was brilliant
Jennifer Grotz
In a Field, at Sunset
When he asked if I still loved him, I didn’t answer
Carl Phillips
In a Pile of Pictures
The man—young enough to be my son—
Sandy Solomon
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