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Were We So Fragile?
What promises didn’t you deliver, beautiful Life!
René Char
WHO did the blue school
who bruised the wound
Eleni Sikelianos
Story of My Species
first she was in the ocean
Zhao Lihua
How Self-Consciousness Counts
Why in hell should anyone understand
Stephen Todd Booker
Notes Toward a Treatise on the Atlantic Periwinkle
None knows the song devoted to winkles.
Jennifer Atkinson
The Labors of Psyche
Because I could not not-know any longer I held the lamp over him
Kazim Ali
Until Recently I Had Believed In Something Like Lack | Until Only Last Week I Hadn’t Thought
Until recently I had believed in something like lack
Edward Mayes
Late in October
Late in October, I watch
Linda Pastan
Sources And Outcomes & Through The Hospital Corridor
Too many moons crossing in solitude
Dennis Sampson
The Freud Museum
It’s 1938. Here’s moss on red brick
Ruth Padel
It Happened All the Time
Daylight shatters through the thatches where a bird might fall,
Teresa Cader
I Spent one Summer with a Semi-colon
in those days people called it shacking up
Angela Ball
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