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Insomnia, A Love Story
Everybody sleeps. Our poem starts with that premise.
Nicole Cooley and Peter Cooley
A Date With an Undertaker
He liked to bathe, dress,
Elaine Equi
Endecasyllabics: About the Women (Alma, Ruthie)
The lion-maned poet holds court on our blue
Carolyne Wright
from The Violet Blood of the Amethyst
An exceptionally unhappy heart.
Louis Calaferte
Olympia
The ancient Greeks knew how to pick out a sacred spot,
Barbara Hamby
At the End of the Alphabet
Books bloated and fanned
Lee Upton
Three Poems
It’s good to see him young again,
William Trowbridge
Quickies in Widowhood with three instances of laughter (one not narrated), two instances of crying
Amid the whiteness of cheeses, corn puffs,
Daisy Fried
Always a Woman, a War, or a Lost Cause
That hunched those men over Zorro’s
Nancy Mitchell
Received Wisdom
A horse fence
Veronica Kornberg
Remnant Tongue
I woke wounded
Marilyn A. Johnson
Two poems by Krystyna Lenkowska translated from Polish by Cecilia Woloch
When I was young
Krystyna Lenkowska
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