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Shifts and Song for Sally
Middle school cafeteria duty monitoring ungainly, dour
Scott Withiam
SHE-POETS CENTO
Femininity is a sickness. I open my eyes.
Kate Daniels
She said she saw, Maya Lin and At night, I tried
She said she saw her own veins
Christina Pugh
She Said She Saw Vowels
underneath her birdfeeder
Angie Estes
She Painted Artichokes
You had nothing to say so you painted some splendid artichokes
Emmanuel Moses
She Leans
A house: scoured and scarred by wind, its unpainted
Lisa Russ Spaar
She Dog | Mermaid
A ticky rain of blood from
Terese Svoboda
Sharp Noises at Night
When I travel to the Midwest, trains
Marge Piercy
Shame
Why did I want a Queen Conch shell
Sandy Solomon
SHALL BEAR UPON HIS SHOULDER IN THE TWILIGHT
Reaching from history, that alpenglow, towards the dead whose clothes I wear
G.C. Waldrep
Shakedown, Sleeping Mother and The Touch
On Main Street, two cops stop me in front of the tire store. One is big and burly and the other is lean
Jeff Friedman
Shaft of Light
Smile behind the lips
Hélène Cardona
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