In this poem you are by yourself.
– Catherine Wagner, from Versus
Author: Justin
Raymond Carver’s Desk
Might As Well
Fragments
Let’s Do This
A Suitcase Full of Secrets
Even naked I hold
a suitcase full of secrets.
– Lisa Allen Ortiz, The Ventriloquist’s Heart
I Sat In The Sun
I moved my chair into the sun
I sat in the sun
the way hunger is moved when called fasting.
– Jane Hirshfield
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