Lesbian poet trading cards / Headmistress Press.

#37. We in her presence the Jubilee / Monica Hand
#38. Her sweet weight on my heart a night / Emily Dickinson
#39. I must speak of erasure when I long to be leaf-whelmed / Jenny, Johnson
#40. Alway bck to Eden - to the time when we knew with certainty that something watched and loved us / Elizabeth Bradfield
#41. Hope is a song in a weary throat / Pauli Murray
#42. We were scared, weren't we? and she nodded, and we laughed. / Jill McDonough
#43. No more masks! / Muriel Rukeyser
#44. From bones of the long-buried beasts of our childhood. Amen. / Gabrielle Calvocoressi
#45. But never had Orinda found a soul till she found thine / Katherine Philips
#46. I am East L.A. like the people the calles, el barrio. I am the East L.A. poet. / Verónica Reyes
#47. I'm a melted orchestra puddled at the base of your throat. / Marty McConnell
#48. Althea was gay and strong in 1945 and could sing a good song from underneath her welder's mask / Cheryl Clarke.