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At last it's just me and the alphabet.
Tom Sleigh
Two Poems
I thought I bought more soap
Charles O. Hartman
Two Poems
My nearsighted eye is for splinters, the threading of needles,
James Richardson
This Moment
You know when darkness seems to pour
Ron Smith
A Brief Portfolio
Faces pass by like unheard explanations
William Olsen
Mirror of the Invisible World
The crown of a milk tooth in a curve of jaw
Kelle Groom
Hurricane: Hera | Squall: Echo
You never hear of Ixion, tied to a revolving wheel,
Ange Mlinko
My Raincoat Opens Doors for Me
It holds a door open above my head.
Andrea Cohen
Ambition
Four in the morning,
Simon Armintage
Rose-Scented Lotion | Blue
The level of rose-scented lotion daily
Rachel Hadas
Brasserie and An Annunciation of Blue
We’re somehow in Closerie des Lilas,
Ron Smith
Truce, Class Notes & On Rereading the 23rd Psalm
My high school class of 1950
Linda Pastan
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