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The last time my father returned from work
Floyd Skloot
To Say
There are dead children all over and under this earth
Leslie Harrison
LOOKING AT DAD
To see my father not seeing me with
Tiberiu Neacșu
Stairway
In those days, so many stairways were said to lead to happiness, mainly of a sexual kind—and as I climbed those
Tom Sleigh
Blind Trust
In the nod of a cow as, stiff-legged,
Joan Houlihan
Before Things Got Bad
After the mayor closed all the parks
Jeffrey Harrison
Happiness on Earth
Especially if you were waking
Stephen Ackerman
For the Dead Union
After summer rain, the old-growth forest
Christopher Bakken
Auntie Deluvian and Alien On The Ark: Two by Two
Deep-time they called it when King Dumuzid the Shepherd
Terese Svoboda
Bee Line
Maybe the crow flies
Steve Kronen
Madonna in Blue
An aneurism in the sun, a gravity-wave.
Richard Kenney
Soul Mate
When I was a girl, I had a dirty soul.
Nin Andrews
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