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Claudia Rankine
No one yet has ever chosen misery Those that seem to have done so Haven’t any more than they
Geoffrey G. O'Brien
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Lily Brown
I love taking trains, particularly Soul Trains, and the Amtrak ride from Chicago to New York City
Thomas Sayers Ellis
THE poems in that book suck bug nuts. I believe you know the drill. I must find the woman
Anthony Madrid
WHO is as the wise man? and who knoweth the interpretation of a thing? Margaret’s mother was
MILK the dog and walk the cow. I’ll bet you twenty-five cents. A courtly old demon, kind to
I take place in the picosecond with the frequency of light converted
Claire Donato
When all the leaves fell the wasp nest hung in its gray paper, bobbing in the empty
Oni Buchanan
To marry Alison, Robert, will be to haul water from a deep well for the rest of your
Stephen Dunn
“I is to they / as river is to barge,” writes Elizabeth Willis in the opening lines
Richard Deming
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