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Early Christianity: A Poem | Rome
OK, says James, let them keep their foreskins.
Ron Smith
A Few Years After a Death
Toward sunfall, when I begin to count
Peter Cooley
Wool Cap
Flip is coming for dinner, I hear his car driving past the house.
A.L. Snijders
Two Poems
Deer sniff red November
Katherine Soniat
The Gifts
The closet where the black sweaters hang. Where the game of backgammon is played
Daniel Bourne
The Book of Before All This
They're retrieving what's retrievable.
Marianne Boruch
Strength
After the storm
Hélène Cardona
A SHOUT FROM THE DARK
If like a Buddhist I accepted the world
Pui Ying Wong
Home
Those last days in Hollywood—
Dana Goodyear
Turd
Twelve inches, specific as a nail,
J.T. Ledbetter
Value and Reverie
The dog dreams on the rug
David Young
Madame Bovary, c’est moi
If we were all as kind to each other
Daisy Bassen
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