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Wraith
I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,
Davis McCombs
Wozzeck | Casualty
Even the toneless whisper finds its cradle, its home,
Bruce Bond
Wordwell Triptych
chronic lapse
G.C. Waldrep
WORDS IN THE WOODS
All the words that have been spoken here
Alberto Rios
Words
Words are loyal.
Jane Hirshfield
Wool Cap
Flip is coming for dinner, I hear his car driving past the house.
A.L. Snijders
Wooden Boards
My father carefully rolls his pant leg up, places his leg between two wide boards. He tells my mother to jump hard on
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
Woman, Man, Tepoztlán
Mother, today I met a man.
Kristina Andersson Bicher
WOMAN CAVE | MODERN ORIGAMI
Even at my most primitive
Jules Gibbs
Wolf Wine Bar
Two years ago, maybe even two and a half
Natalka Bilotserkivets
Wolf
Ink black, shark toothed, slithering
William Trowbridge
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