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Locked Gate
On December 19, 1980
Susan Gardner
Wolf Wine Bar
Two years ago, maybe even two and a half
Natalka Bilotserkivets
MORE THAN I CAN SAY
Clewell doesn’t exactly do haiku.
David Clewell
ASH
I shall go back
Kwame Dawes
Coal Bin
Some witchy and slinky,
John Skoyles
The Sailor’s Love Song and Irish Whiskey
When I was young I burned to be
Peter Meinke
Suburban Landscape, Summer
Me, young and girlish, flesh not yet mourning.
Julianna Baggott
Aqua and Violet
Childlike ones don’t tattle on the choice of stepfathers.
Katherine Soniat
Sharp Noises at Night
When I travel to the Midwest, trains
Marge Piercy
December, First Frost
A small green house sits beside the highway, fading into maple shade.
David Bottoms
Scene from a Photograph in a Dream
What was I doing in my childhood room again?
Jeffrey Harrison
Barrage Balloons, Buck Alec, Bird Flu and You
First there is the weeping one weeps when one reads a good poem,
Paul Muldoon
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