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Cassandra
Some days I could go quietly into the spot where
Sasha West
Carpe Diem
You won't live
Timothy Liu
Caroline
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he
Robert Clinton
Carl’s Barbershop
The peppermint stripes spinning
Abdul Ali
Cardinal
The drill of its song the whoop whoop whoop
Betsy Sholl
Carbide
As he approached the river a little Fiat drew off the main road and parked among
A.L. Snijders
Caravaggio’s Supper
They were tired and hungry when they found themselves just outside the village now known as
Sandra M. Gilbert
Car Trouble
I watch the engine start to burn
Charlie Clark
Car le Vice by Tomaž Šalamun translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry
Car le Vice, rongeant ma native noblesse
Tomaž Šalamun
Canine Elegy
All over town, dogs are lying down
Patricia Clark
Canary Island Date Palm, Love & Ink and Persephone
Couldn’t say the dream I had last night.
Jesse Nathan
CALLING BACK | CHARITY
My daughter sings in snow falling through the scent of red oak or ash, some of the flakes large enough to contain passages from Emily Dickinson’s letters.
Steven Cramer
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