THE ROOM THE BROOM WAS IN
The room the broom was in Was unswept and the lady wept Her auburn hair in the last flare Of sun tied back...
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Black Candles
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FOR JOHN M.
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Peggy Billings
Peggy Billings, poet, activist, friend, in her own words, from the afterword to her second book of poems,...
VIBRALUX
Jenny Mae Leffel will never sing again Her voice is lost in the rafters of heaven Her notes shower the earth...
BABYLON SIPPAR, LIBRARIAN
Once the distinction between real and imagined history had been introduced, they began to spend their free...
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