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De Profundis | Sea Song for Couples in Love
Sometimes you are going past on a motorbike and you look up in time to see a woman who loved you hand in hand
Christopher Crawford
Wraith
I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,
Davis McCombs
Thalia
I died with them while they were alive.
Donald Revell
take heed, hazard
what could it have been
nicole v basta
Two Poems
My nearsighted eye is for splinters, the threading of needles,
James Richardson
N27P23 (2/2/14) | N27P26 (2/7/14) | N27P29 (2/9/14)
suddenly here
Hank Lazer
Pip
Withered pip of a boy, now grey and halt
Carol Muske-Dukes
Braid Him Into the Earth
Knee-high coffin of wicker, earth-boat floating through the woods.
Julia Thacker
At Arlington and Boys
After the gunfire, the tact of “Taps.”
Daniel Bosch
TO HÉCTOR VIEL TEMPERLEY
Cockroaches ignored the winter dawn
Campbell McGrath
To Say
There are dead children all over and under this earth
Leslie Harrison
Words
Words are loyal.
Jane Hirshfield
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