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Old, Two, Not, Wrote
letters to an old poet
Hank Lazer
Gifts | The List
Books, your books, and blocks
Robin Behn
I prefer synthetic grass
no roots no worm
Jane Medved
The Only One
In the stories of old there were always three.
Nin Andrews
Ars Poetica, with Cow
She went back to look at the beast, which lay immobile except for one eye watching the girl who stood helpless beside
Maureen Seaton
from Devil Mutant Child
Exactly the hair I wanted,
Thylias Moss
Trespass and Dante Confidential
That is not your poem to write, she says.
Marilyn Kallet
Strange that Penelope
does not question or pray in a selfish manner
Katherine Soniat
Three poems by Li Suo translated from Chinese by Lucas Klein and Henry Zhang
the cemetery east of river bank road
Li Suo
The Loneliness of His Death
I like to think there’s a place where all the poets go
Sharon Dolin
Salons
Your friends are all sitting
Bianca Stone
Down by the River
Down by the river behind the barn
J.T. Ledbetter
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