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Home-Boys: Baby & Me (a Sapphic)
Ex-gang members. Driveby days over. Zero
Carol Muske-Dukes
Guardian Angels Witness More Lives Than Yours
You are eight years old.
Tom Laichas
On the Grounds of the Zendo
The face of the Buddha’s so smooth, she whispered,
Dick Allen
What is Grand
Don’t mumble
James Bertolino
From the Republic of Sleep and Mercy | The Island to Remind You of Your Childhood
All night I dreamt death
Heather Altfeld
κάθαρσης
Dr. Clark ordered daisies
Ron Smith
Lapse
I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer. I
Dorianne Laux
Mother, at Last
You were Scarlett O’Hara
Nancy Mitchell
New Home
This house has no prehistory,
Lidija Dimkovska
Lion Cub & Whales
We’d taken to being clever, or is that merely mischievous?
Carol Potter
PHYSICS, ETC.
Everything and everybody are always doing something.
Arthur Vogelsang
A BAT IN THE HOUSE
swoops high, webbed little arms for
Marianne Boruch
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