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Ebbtide
He said one day when we are old, we—
Lynne Thompson
To a Man in Rags Holding Out a Cup | A 100-year-old Man Asks Me to Write about Something
I don’t have much
Frannie Lindsay
Three Poems
Mud to your waist. Beside you, six men probing with broken
Lis Sanchez
AFTER A FUNERAL
After the service and reception hour
Ted Kooser
Preludium
In The Odyssey,
Christina Davis
On Not Translating Polish Poets
Were it not
Brian Culhane
Communion
Yes, I will take home the meeting bread,
Kristina Andersson Bicher
Notes From Sick Rooms
Who really wants to be a caregiver?
Molly Peacock
The Host of Turns
We were gathered in this kind of circus-tent,
Antonio Machado
A Brief Portfolio
As if overnight, the flowering pear tree
Alice Friman
Strychnine Tree
Stranger under this love-sick tree, lapful of terminal clusters
Jules Jacob
In the Supermarket of Orgasms
Some nights I feel so alone in my longing for you, love, alone in my supermarket of orgasms as I cruise the aisles of
Nin Andrews
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