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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
What, Me?
When we’re in a car together I worry we’ll die and the world will lose its role models.
Maureen Seaton
What You Can’t Fix
She was always fixing me, stuffing filler in my holes
Jeff Friedman
What We Work At | Look to the Side
What we work at
Lorenzo Calogero
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