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You search for the best doctors, try to curb her pain—
Jennifer Franklin
Looking Back on My Libido
It wasn’t love; it wasn’t even sex—
Hilde Weisert
Suburban Landscape, Summer
Me, young and girlish, flesh not yet mourning.
Julianna Baggott
False Elegy
I sometimes feel as if my mother has died and I’m free to reminisce her final months.
Celia Bland
from Canisy
Whenever we lined up to march into class, the assistant at my grandfather’s school always had us sing the kind of
Jean Follain
Coda alla Vaccinara | A Dusting
From Keats’s grave, past the Paladiana and Coyote
Ron Smith
Down by the River
Down by the river behind the barn
J.T. Ledbetter
Before Summer Rain
Then, out of the green of the grove,
Rainer Maria Rilke
Nurse at a Bus Stop
The slow traffic takes a good long look.
Simon Armintage
Circus
How the squirrel, skittish, leaps, lobbing its orange
Mark Irwin
Kabuki
A widow in Mississippi kept them in glass cases,
R.T. Smith
Dead Tree in the Back Yard & Gait
You aren’t mine. A lot line
Charles O. Hartman
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