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Tristan Jakob-Hoff

The Banquet
Would that these cutlasses were cutlery

Sonnet: For Amy.
Although your pale complexion, I confess

Mandy MacKAY

Womb men
We are left,

Runneth Over
He took

The first erect slithers

Idle Thoughts
I study upon small thoughts


The Harvest
Oh, I saw her at the time of the sowing of the grain

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