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Downsizing
Hey, maybe the time has come to empty
Amy Gerstler
The Beautiful American Word Baby
Once, I wanted it growled low in the throat
Susan Aizenberg
Aunt Rolla
She had the softest face
Mark Jarman
Errand
The fawn was
David Baker
It Will Start One Day
you know, it will start one day, the ebb
Dmitry Blizniuk
Squirrel Hour
The wind goes into the backyard pines,
Jonathan Weinert
Ode to My Dap
Soon as I get my dap down
Partridge Boswell
The Last Plume Poems
the year that is when Churchill begged
Stuart Friebert
Wartime Pantoum
Were the mountain women sold as slaves
Marilyn Hacker
Relapse
I loved bar light,
Maxine Scates
Door to Door
He tooled around Long Island
William Logan
Obit
At this beat-up plywood slab across the beat-up
Brian Swann
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