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Feral
Ex. A house. A trampoline. A raised garden bed. A Ford Bronco. A Cabbage Patch doll
Ashley Dailey
FENG SHUI & PARANOID X-RAY
Listen: mute bells peal
Dean Kostos
February Elegy with Tulips on a Glass Table
It’s the yellow dust inside the tulips.
Alison Jarvis
Feasts for the Blind | My Dear Menshevik
That year it rained crows. Birds fell out of the sky in midflight.
Bernard Farai Matambo
Faust 1972
This time, Faust was a nursing mother --
Sharon Olds
Fatherless Daughters
In Springtime, abandoned daughters burst like myopic butterflies with binoculars
Meg Pokrass
Father Enters the Water | Please Mr. Wasp | Ageing
In life, he would walk into the water slowly until it reached his waist and stand there for a while, his arms out to the
Lydia Davis
Father and Analysand
Shy in houndstooth, white hair and a smoke
Joan Houlihan
Fat
I saw that I was fat and walked and walked toward a desert only to find a case of (not light) beer.
Carrie Etter
Far Country
When you were in that country
Lee Upton
Family Way
In my family, when any one of the women of my grandmother’s generation dreamt of fish she would get on the phone to
Sean Hill
Family Once Removed and Who Cooks for You?
I like to be alone
Judy Katz
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