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Two Exhausted Bodies
My insides are a flooded field. Though the field outside is larger and I have played there, laid
Xoşman Qado
spattered measure
what beauty O sad world through answers
Shira Dentz
What Was Left Out
was the skirt my sister bought with the prize money
Elizabeth Weaver
Old, Two, Not, Wrote
letters to an old poet
Hank Lazer
For Your Eighteenth Birthday
Not a car nor papa’s advice.
Kenton Yee
Before They Came For Us | Civilian Exiting the Facilities | Table for Six
They met in the woods below our homes, brought their sawed-off shotguns and
Idra Novey
Little Pea: A Brief Portfolio
Sometimes I think I shouldn’t write about my past.
Nin Andrews
Another Morning, Same Mountain
Enshrouded mountain,
Maureen N. McLane
Four Poems
I don’t like it
Rae Armantrout
Angles | Bad News
The master speaks to a tree.
Pamela Alexander
The Poets
They are farmers, really--
Linda Pastan
Throw it All Away
My granddaughter who. The one alive in speech descends. A plate
Jeffrey Skinner
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