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Rain Sonnets
When the bear finally arrives, he’s starving. He wants whatever’s in my little blue basket, the Tupperware and the
Jules Gibbs
The Quarry, Pontaise
To enter into the greens
Linda Pastan
The Barricade
The barricade measures two meters high and twelve meters wide
Dag T. Straumsvåg
What is Pleasure
The supreme pleasure of love
Angela Ball
Song a Year After My Mother’s Death
I allowed a small song
Carrie Etter
More Reason
Though you may be a scribe in ancient Egypt
Carl Dennis
I’m Nothing
close to a Zen scholar,
Christopher Buckley
Two Poems
Sometimes the mist our mothers walk through
Sara London
Mid-March
If, when I sit here in my study
Stewart Moss
Calendars Do Not Hold Fortunes
One day you're old and thankful. One day
Kelli Russell Agodon
Leaving the Big City
So afterward I sat by the bosphorus blue water and many dazzling
Peter Balakian
POPULATION ZERO
Cockroaches ignored the winter dawn
Carol Frost
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