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While we were kissing that year, the icebergs were sleeping,
Paul Hoover
Which Makes Me, I Guess, the Muddy Colorado
What we learn from most pornography is
Patrick Donnelly
Where the Robins Took Me and Northern Flicker
Robins settle on the earth
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Where Birds Sleep
It goes down and the birds go to sleep.
Carol Potter
when you ask me if you are a good father & cook up meets god
look we know how this will play out
Saida Agostini
When We Make Lifelines, the Universe Breathes a Little Easier
When night becomes heavy, I break a hole
Kelli Russell Agodon
When My Son Is Dead 16 Years
After you died, my Beautiful boy,
Alexis Rhone Fancher
When My Son Is Dead 14 Years
These are the years I bargain with God.
Alexis Rhone Fancher
when it is time
you pass that bridge
Dong Li
WHEN EVENING COMES
Everyone here has so many faces,
Troy Jollimore
Whatever Alights
A zillion yeses to the titmice at my feeder,
Betsy Sholl
What’s Real? | Is Nothing Sacred Anymore?
This question didn’t much interest me
David Huddle
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