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Velvetleaf
Tick of sweet clover, swinecress parasite, did you have a music
Jane Springer
The Twenties
Consider the twenties, not Gatsby, not Daisy, not that old Roaring,
John Hodgen
George Orwell Sucks
How can a word evocative of so much pleasure,. both adult and infantile, find itself used – by almost everybody – in
Stephen Dunn
From AfterTalk
Dumuzi spoke: “My sister, I would go with you to my garden
Chard deNiord
Mother, at Last
You were Scarlett O’Hara
Nancy Mitchell
The Summer House
I let the envelope fall to the floor unopened,
Lawrence Raab
First Words
In the marriage booth at sleep-away camp,
Rebecca Michels
Abbatoir Time
The widower pushed the tailgate shut and fell.
Sydney Lea
CATAFALQUE
Angel of the gap thrills to floodwaters
Donald Revell
EPHEBE WITH CYPRIPEDIUM
Sweet ephebe, dear good friend,
Simona Popescu
To Isabella Franconati
After your husband died and the cypress trees,
Michael Collier
Master Class
Demonstrate on mine, I say.
Annette Barnes
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