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When My Son Is Dead 14 Years
These are the years I bargain with God.
Alexis Rhone Fancher
It Happened at Wind Sings, Trees Whisper Farm
The wind, broken and wild,
Judy Jordan
What Santa Asked When Lord Russell Argued that “Santa Claus” was a Definite Description and not a Referring Expression
I tell my students to heed four things and they will be fine.
Paul Dickey
Thetis
We see her through her element, not
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
I prefer synthetic grass
no roots no worm
Jane Medved
Soldier’s Wife in the Aftermath
After the great war I stepped inside
Andrea Read
Turn Back
Intergenerational sex is a trend, Jeannine said.
Marilyn Kallet
The Seven Mysteries of Our-Lady Madonna
They emerge out of distance,
Frances Richey
Eating the Madeleine
I remember the scut of it:
Jan Freeman
Halloween
It is as quiet as the death of the dead no one knows
Hugo Claus
BRAINS | ECLIPSE
You didn’t have any
Tara Skurtu
Green Girls
Wriggling on the bottles:
Terese Svoboda
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