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Pathetic Fallacy
Jog through this suburb at a blue hour
Major Jackson
Paying a Blind Man to Wash and Wax My Car
Maybe they’re right, friends who mock me,
Helen Pruitt Wallace
Pedestrian Interval
The trick in all of this is to build well--
Mark Svenvold
Pensé Que Estabas Muerto
but your deaths existed the nights you didn’t come home.
Jules Jacob
Pentimento
Meet me by the shadows & ponds of light where
Heidi Seaborn
Perfect Air
Put book down
Ted Greenwald
Personal Life | I, Too, Arrived Here in the End | Godard
The universe is vast and boundless
Hsia Yü
Perspective and Day Sex Ode
I have often confused the expression center of gravity, first
Kathy Fagan
Pet of the Week
Oh, Salsa, I too
Cathleen Calbert
PET SOUNDS
The summer I bought Pet Sounds at G.C. Murphy’s, I hadn’t gone a block from the store when on impulse I smashed
J.T. Barbarese
Petrarch’s Poem 269, from Rerum vulgarium fragmenta, translated from Italian by Lee Harlin Bahan
The high column and the green laurel
Francesco Petrarca
PHAROAH
Whenever we were out on the dance floor, I always looked at your face, while you looked downward, inward, at
Paul Lisicky
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