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from Fourteen Fourteenliners
Why can say passion fruit for instance always begin again
Hsia Yü
Calendars Do Not Hold Fortunes
One day you're old and thankful. One day
Kelli Russell Agodon
Che Fai Di Bello
They are burning the fields in
Angie Estes
Over the Bright and Darkened Lands | Out in the Tranquil Bay
I sit in one of the dives.
Kim Addonizio
Untitled
But here in the city there are signs and crowds in the street
Ralph Angel
The One Crying in English Class
From time to time, I still get angry
Freesia McKee
Memorial Bench
Suzanne and Half Zantop loved sitting here—
Joyce Peseroff
Honey
Strange music of our Emily —
Cecilia Woloch
Mourning and Melancholia
If I had two dogs,
Debora Lidov
Thanksgiving Near Cape Coast & Pine Cones: April 2020
Churning along through viscous mud,
Rachel Hadas
Bird of Paradise
The songs of the mariachi in the park
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Photographs, 1949 | Retiree
In one, they pose, grinning straight at the Kodak,
Sydney Lea
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