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The Conversations I Remember Most | As A Hammer Speaks to a Nail
The way a sweet cake wants
Jane Hirshfield
The Movie My Murderer Makes
My murderer sits in row F, seat 3, just behind my wife and me, in row E, seats 3 and 4.
Chris Shipman
The Other Hemisphere & Like California
It shut us up, the new, dumbed us
Judy Katz
Ophelia
Where stars sleep on the calm black waters,
Steve Kronen
Two Poems
I didn't know it then, but we were learning Italian...
Christopher Buckley
Poems from My Deathbed (and Just Beyond)
More than ever cherishing
Linda Bamber
The Bird that Begins it
In the world-famous night which is already flinging away bits of dark but not
Jorie Graham
Will flames lap? Leap? | The Country Stairs
Will flames lap? Leap?
Cynthia Hogue
Happiness on Earth
Especially if you were waking
Stephen Ackerman
The Cormorant
They slip the string
Lee Upton
Three Poems
Mud to your waist. Beside you, six men probing with broken
Lis Sanchez
Four a.m. and 40 Years Later
Driving into my old city yesterday
Jessica Greenbaum
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