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No other sound like it.
Carol Muske-Dukes
Hail to Thee,
I write, my wrist nodding
Angie Estes
Happy Hour & Babies Cry at 5:03 pm
Marcy lets us play
Nancy Kangas
Uncle
Here is the man who tells you
Peter Campion
Pompeii
Because the worst catastrophes
Michelle Bitting
Brasserie and An Annunciation of Blue
We’re somehow in Closerie des Lilas,
Ron Smith
GETTING READY THE HOUSE
My friend goes to visit his grave
Affonso Romano Sant’Anna
As It Happens
As it happens, there was nothing left, so much to do, a plethora
Phillis Levin
Forced March
I remembered it wrong, the scene in the film
Susan Aizenberg
The Madonna Poems
She bends to lift him from the basket.
Frances Richey
Early Christianity: A Poem | Rome
OK, says James, let them keep their foreskins.
Ron Smith
All That Evening
You woke slowly
Carol Kner
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