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SOMETHING LIKE A WING
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he hid in his
Robert Clinton
Someone Is Walking the Pig
Someone is walking the pig in our downstairs hallway, where the shops are.
Fleda Brown
Somebody’s Got My Hair | Cuffed
Somebody’s got my hair, I said to my lover, who stood in front of the mirror in a long white t-shirt brushing out her
Jeff Friedman
Some Propositions with Children | Changing the Subject
The child is completely immersed in childhood
Ruy Belo
SOME FAITH
God we need rain. And white flowers.
Barbara Ras
Some Answers
No, I will not change.
Martha Silano
Solstice, Seven Questions (Private/Public) & A Fable
blood on a slide--thumbprint in a pool--
Anna Maria Hong
SOLILOQUY OF A TORNADO IN THE DISTANCE
I knew a girl once
Bruce Bond
Soldier’s Wife in the Aftermath
After the great war I stepped inside
Andrea Read
Soft Song
Nothing about you is soft,
Marilyn Kallet
Soaked, by Marilyn Kallet
At the friary lunch we chat about End of Days,
Marilyn Kallet
So What
My mind’s a ringing phone
Elizabeth A. I. Powell
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