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Jeni De La O
Something I have always feared is dying without an audience.
from the journal Tinderbox Poetry Journal
Robert Hass
Longing, we say, because desire is full of endless distances. I must have been the same to her. But I remember so much, the way her hands dismantled bread...

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Lyn Hejinian
Humans are myths, at war with one another.
Samuel Green
We saw her shoulders shake. She stayed like that         a long, long time, then turned & left without speaking. The candle had gone out,         left a trail of smoke, like a fighter jet leaves across a clear sky.

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