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SHE-POETS CENTO
Femininity is a sickness. I open my eyes.
Kate Daniels
Who Will Plant the Seeds of Svalbard and Orchard Fruit: Grafting
as far north you go as night you go night
Ginny Threefoot
This Is the Day the Lord Has Made
This is the day the Lord has made,
Mark Jarman
Other Minds and While
For each word
Rae Armantrout
I Offer This Container
Monkeys of fresh rage born again—
Jeffrey Skinner
My Courbet, by Jonathan Galassi
My Courbet
Jonathan Galassi
from THE CITY OF PARIS HAS YOU IN MIND TONIGHT
When G died began the midnight panic attacks.
Deborah Landau
PAPERS
On the great estate her Great
Sandra Alcosser
Loosestrife
The cities changed hands. In the course
Donald Revell
Perfect Air
Put book down
Ted Greenwald
Dew Point
Because of the nipple crust riming a girl’s
Carol Moldaw
David
we wait in an arc with flashlights
Marilyn A. Johnson
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