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Called to Lapse
And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears
Bruce Beasley
Callas Poems
She whom you seek is not here!
Patrick Donnelly
Call & Response
In this last
David Rivard
California King, Head of the Meadow and A Miracle of Saint Anthony
The little bright red car
Karl Kirchwey
Calendars Do Not Hold Fortunes
One day you're old and thankful. One day
Kelli Russell Agodon
Calendar
Some people, after the day
Andrea Cohen
Cache
Here lies a hectic site, la Cité
Angie Estes
Bystander Effect, Permanence and Weapon
Your weapon is an eraser.
Tara Skurtu
By the Numbers
The number of times intuition told me I had dodge
Nicole Caruso Garcia
BY THE MEADOWS OF HAY BALES
By the meadows of hay bales
Ira Sadoff
Butchery
They do it right here in the front yard in Wellsville,
Samuel Cheney
Butchering the Ram | James Cameron Descends into Lake Baikal
And while traveling the transcendental path of non-violence,
Amarsana Ulzytuev
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