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Mother, at Last
You were Scarlett O’Hara
Nancy Mitchell
The Last Orgasm
Sometimes I think of the innocent live
Nin Andrews
Poem
I’m going to pretend I’m a painter and just
Jeffrey Harrison
Perspective and Day Sex Ode
I have often confused the expression center of gravity, first
Kathy Fagan
Throughway and Passage
Faces, facing one another on the bus.
Matthias Göritz
The Barn
No one just Mary
Frannie Lindsay
One poem from “claus and the scorpion”
over lara and among the laras that inhabit lara
Lara Dopazo Ruibal
Hogmanay, Edinburgh
Past the iron fence on Princes Street
Stewart Moss
After the Invention of Polystyrene a Ligurian Goat Crosses the Equator
Abut in a tailspin, mad spark
Marc Vincenz
The Plum
A teacher I loved
Molly Peacock
The Peripheral Position of the Sun
A young woman roars, laughs, splashes the face of a young man, nears the shore where the blinking lights of fireflies
Marilyn Hacker
Loosestrife
The cities changed hands. In the course
Donald Revell
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