Joan Walsh In Trust I saw my mother's back, a bow, To which I owed the labor of my birth, From out whose spine, my cradle, I headed toward the land. I saw her bend and root her hands, Break...
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LeRoy Smith, Jr. The Last Impertinence God woke and found his dream was true: Adam had burnt the wilderness And, smug within his specialities, Was rocketing towards paradise. Damned clot, God...
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