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Terry Bowden
Holes Still
When the darkest race has just been run
Rays of the Son 
The simpleton knows what simpletons know
Conversing With Him
I SAID
Trading Down, Folding Cash
We dreamed of being golden men

Paul Buis, OCDS

The Church Mouse
When most are seated in the hall



Pavel Chichikov

He Shakes the Dead (For Alys)
He shakes the dead from His feet like dust
If Ice had Formed
If  ice had formed around Madeira
Voice
I hear the Lord praised well
Bunyip
The granite ripples as if it were water
 

Tristan Jakob-Hoff

Poetry in motion
she sits alone
summer heat
in the winter months
privilege
there's a little amputee
 

Jayne Waggoner
Self
Alone in the midst of the forest of single-mindedness
To Know Tomorrow
Many times
'Tis Love
Her face brightens
Hourglass of Time
Sand

Poets A-F
Poets G-L
Poets M-R