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I meant to be talking of the huge cargo ship
Joseph Millar
Good Stuff | A Love Letter from Larkin
There’s some good stuff on Youtube, someone writes.
D.M. Thomas
The Real River
Gauze gaze, the present’s freeze never sticks.
Jennifer L. Knox
Why the Sphinx Likes Riddles and Episodic
What she did,
Rae Armantrout
When We Make Lifelines, the Universe Breathes a Little Easier
When night becomes heavy, I break a hole
Kelli Russell Agodon
SMOKE GHOST SMOKE
Its smell didn't wake my husband
Nancy Mitchell
Invitation to the Dance and Pieces of us Keep Breaking Off
In the summer of 1949, Jacques d’Amboise found himself in a clash with a bully
Carol Kner
Of Weeping
First there is the weeping one weeps when one reads a good poem,
Daniel Bosch
Aqua and Violet
Childlike ones don’t tattle on the choice of stepfathers.
Katherine Soniat
Late in October
Late in October, I watch
Linda Pastan
Poem by Zuzanna Ginczanka (1917-1945) translated from Polish by Alex Braslavsky
There’s now a so-so year for you: 1933—
Zuzanna Ginczanka
The Rosy Tones
the rosy tones
Karen Volkman
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