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Blond for All the Boys
Frank Ocean didn’t mean anything to me till Dave said check
Matthew Lippman
Block Party
Start Me Up! was what started it--Monica Litzkus from up
David Huddle
Blind Trust
In the nod of a cow as, stiff-legged,
Joan Houlihan
Blind | Opulent, Unfunereal World
The way, as I wake, some shimmery dream
Chris Forhan
Bleeding Hearts
They do not fit their given name. They glow
Stephanie Burt
Black Forest and Country Night
Sometimes my mind goes back to certain things.
Laura Newbern
Black Apples & Landing
Dropping to the red earth, these, the night bearing
Page Hill Starzinger
Birds There is No Moon
Birds there is no moon
Dorothea Lasky
Birds in the Night
The French government, or was it the English government,
Luis Cernuda
Bird of Paradise
The songs of the mariachi in the park
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
BIRD
I lived between the hemisphere of songbirds and the hemisphere
Bruce Smith
Big Finish
Now that the last shaft of sunset has collapsed
Kimberly Johnson
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