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SUNDAY LUNCH AT MOM’S COUSIN DINNIE’S: JUNE 1969 | “ELEGANT,” SHE SAID
I hadn't yet recovered from a concussive first year teaching ninth-grade English
Wendy Barker
Sunday in Gdansk
In the Gdansk inner harbor
Jo-Ann Mort
Sunday in Connecticut
I drive into town.
Judy Katz
Summer circa 1967-2xxx
My mother & the other ladies
Jo-Ann Mort
Sullen Art
Someone will write a poem called Charlottesville,
Kim Addonizio
Suburban Landscape, Summer
Me, young and girlish, flesh not yet mourning.
Julianna Baggott
Study: Old Watercolor and Joe
I bought an old watercolor in a primitives shop and brought it home to my in-laws’ on summer vacation.
Sandra McPherson
Strychnine Tree
Stranger under this love-sick tree, lapful of terminal clusters
Jules Jacob
Strength
After the storm
Hélène Cardona
Streak, Exit Survey and Against All Endings
A jackknifed semi full
Donald Platt
Strange that Penelope
does not question or pray in a selfish manner
Katherine Soniat
Story of My Species
first she was in the ocean
Zhao Lihua
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