by Joshua Coben
Each time you catch me
writing in bed and ask
if it’s another poem
about your beauty,
by Joshua Coben
Each time you catch me
writing in bed and ask
if it’s another poem
about your beauty,
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by Megan Munger
Lynnie, all you learn
on our visits are Grandpa’s horses
like saltlicks, have soft manes.
Grandma’s office, a typewriter,
she lets you play. Both of them
smile and hug gentle,
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by Amy Fleury
Back in the bed of our gone son’s begetting
we drift on the raft of our grief. You join
our fingers together, your wedding band
glinting in the rivering dark. My tears salt
your shoulder. Your whiskers catch my hair.
We have only endured a week of ever-after. Continue reading
by Erika McKitrick
Remember the cemetery
the crypt, French theme
Gentle freckles
Me.
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by Timothy Pilgrim
We’re making the bed
after the night of failure
not that it’s always like that. Continue reading
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