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A Story of Mother Mary I Could Believe
The woman who was Mary knew things.
Nin Andrews
This Is the Day the Lord Has Made
This is the day the Lord has made,
Mark Jarman
Washing Women, Cathedral and Sky
And when deep into the afternoon,
Kwame Dawes
Homecoming
The birch trees want to be left alone.
Frannie Lindsay
Two Poems
I thought I bought more soap
Charles O. Hartman
Even the Gun Does Not Want to be a Gun
It denies the polish
Juan Felipe Herrera
Black Forest and Country Night
Sometimes my mind goes back to certain things.
Laura Newbern
Arrow Boy
They see her as a genie in a pager.
Martha Serpas
ON SILVER SPOONS
The Golliwog spoon, we called it, the handle shaped like a head with heavy-lidded eyes and a thick-
Wendy Barker
Cento for the Turn of the Year
Assume nothing. Take a position:
Rachel Hadas
A Date With an Undertaker
He liked to bathe, dress,
Elaine Equi
N33P14 and N33P29
Cloud cover
Hank Lazer
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