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Wartime Pantoum
Were the mountain women sold as slaves
Marilyn Hacker
Amaryllis
Like the bell of an old Victrola,
Megan Marshall
Essay with a Grain of Salt
Salt on black silk
James Richardson
Cry
Bring back our dresses untorn
Frannie Lindsay
IT’S 4PM IN THE E.R. AND I AM REARRANGED WITH A SMALL SADNESS
I don't know what made me think
Sonja Halvorson
Braid Him Into the Earth
Knee-high coffin of wicker, earth-boat floating through the woods.
Julia Thacker
Three Poems
‘On the nose’ means obvious
Rae Armantrout
Shame
Why did I want a Queen Conch shell
Sandy Solomon
Snake Church and Patience, with Bees
I’m Reverend Brody Coots
R.T. Smith
Night Pieces
The hickories live close by—
Stephen Knauth
Anatomy of Late
It looks like a fox, when it’s sleeping. No, its body
Sally Rosen Kindred
Whose Sky, Between | Rape of America. So, it appears
A name that meant sound of an owl’s hard fall, another day of blood gunned to al
Margo Berdeshevsky
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