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BUD
Five years of nothing. Then, one night she calls
Peter Campion
Bruised Fruit
These sun-poached pages like an old address book
W.S. Di Piero
Brothers
Who eats with a jaw half-cranked with counterweight
Laura Kolbe
Broadcast
Five blank days of snow,
Stuart Dybek
Bright in June Sun
The young man, kneeling at his mother’s tomb, lays red tulips there,
Mark Irwin
Bridge Thrill
After two days of TV airlifts and wheels-to-the-sky
Terese Svoboda
Breathing Room
Not every week,
Floyd Skloot
Breakfast, the most important poem
So far, pockets are good
Bob Hicok
BRAINS | ECLIPSE
You didn’t have any
Tara Skurtu
Braid Him Into the Earth
Knee-high coffin of wicker, earth-boat floating through the woods.
Julia Thacker
Boys’ Room
French doors, curtains, panes of glass.
Hoyt Rogers
Boy in a Hole
The boy meant to help his father
Maxine Scates
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