POETRY OPPRESSION Judith Skillman Not the worst part, nightmares. Not this heat dome nor the same dun yard sewn to earth outside the glass slider with its pinch-pleated burgundy...
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POETRY SNOW GLOBE Judith Skillman How many snow flakes fall on this house with the red roof. A deer comes to graze— washed in umber, white-tailed, it nuzzles drift-fixed wands of...
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