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Owl, Joe Survant

Bryant Literary Review

The owl glides in

on secret wings,

silent as a leaf flush.

He knows the quick

motives of chipmunks,

the intimacy of mice.

Horowitz In New York, Tim Bellows

Bryant Literary Review

Precise blocks of keys.

He brushes them

and in the ear's inside chamber,

we hear. His fingers white as a baby. Seems the notes

beam across cold deserts-

and hidden sprigs of grass

think to nose their ways

upward, harboring a thin sense

of yellow warmth despite

the presence of ice.

Billy Moran Stands In His Back Yard, Saying His Prayers Over One Last Glass Of Bourbon, Michael Scott Cain

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Our Father, thank you for the bourbon,

for the ice cubes, for the way the color

of the booze lightens as they melt,

for the fragrance that prods the senses.

Palden Gyatso Comes To Town, Anne Hanley

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I always go to hear

Tibetan monks

Even though

I cannot understand

Their words.

In A Field Near Sardis Dam, Louis Bourgeois

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Silence. A scarecrow flickers in the wind.

The corn is dead. Geese speckle the horizon,

followed by crows and herons.

In Oxford Cemetery, Louis Bourgeois

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You thought because

the trees moved

and the stones didn't

Dress Rehearsal For Utopia, Karen Donovan

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We're glad they made Clear Falls.

The white rocks love the water,

the water loves its splash and brim.

The Hills Of Laura, Billy Lombardo

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It is true that I hated Hucker Norton. But I did not mean to crush his thumb.

He wasn't one of us, really. Even his name told you he was from some other place. We were Petey and Tommy and Davy and Matty, and he was Hucker.

My Grandmother's Slops Bucket, David Thornbrugh

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My grandmother kept a slops bucket

behind a curtain of blue-flowered calico cloth

tacked over the bottom shelf in her kitchen pantry,

Poem Written In Revlon's "Fire And Ice" Lipstick, Marie Harris

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I secretly wanted to be the girl

you dreamed about as you stood

staring at the phone number

The Boys Of Night Winter, Paul Sohar

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Their puffy winter jackets lifting their

faces high above the horizon

the boys troop in from the snow

Verso

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The Hospital Ships, Carmine Sarracino

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They might have freighted dry goods--

blouses and trousers, spools of bright

gingham-- from ports to upriver towns.

Editor's Note

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The Red Chiffon, J.T. Ledbetter

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Sleep wouldn't come, and the valium did nothing,

so he looked through the window at the man next door watching television,

his wife gone to bed after changing him.

Then he closed his eyes and listened to cars racing on Market

come back slower, looking for girls.

After Hearing There Are Only 7,000 Stars Visible To The Naked Eye, Charles Rafferty

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With its better eyes, does the housecat

cry beneath the majesty

of 70,000 stars?

Workout, Dave Evans

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From my lofty indoor bike seat,

facing a bay window, I see a real fly

caught in a metaphorical Lake Michigan

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Table Of Contents

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It's Simple, Tim Bellows

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Sunday after a short stack

of blueberry pancakes, half a cup

of ginger-and-cream tea,

The Reverend Henry Evers Has Been Conducting A Lot Of Funerals Lately., Michael Scott Cain

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The old men are quietly dying.

Each day fewer go to the park

or the Paradise Tavern. The aisles

of the malls are less crowded.

Dawn Camping, Steven Proulx

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Night slithers off into the horizon

a canvas of ancient pastels in its wake

air is virgin

ground marks no tread

Written On Water, David Thornbrugh

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The man whose smile is a whetstone

excels at kissing knives.

What does the sliced throat say

to the knife that kisses it?

America's Most Wanted, Erica Olsen

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I'm coming home from City Market when I spot the other vehicle in my drive.

"Look," I say. "Visitors."

5th Anniversary Edition

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Same Old, Mary Crow

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The same old story is different with each

re-telling. What did mother say? One of the sisters asserts her truth to the other's

incredulity-- someone has to be right.

Homage To Montale, Baron Wormser

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This morning

The hummingbird's

Pure zigzag

Surprises you.

The indifference to

The long steps

Of your mood.

The Widow Of War, Jon Mccolgan

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Before allure began to pour

out of her sore onto the floor

she stored the door to her heart's core

beneath the boards of her store's floor.

St. Viggo, Karina Fuentes

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Helen nearly suffocates me the night before the exhibit. She's walking

around on her heels, big cotton puffs between her calloused toes,

when she stumbles and falls on my head, which is stuffed beneath a

pillow. "I'll never sleep again," I groan.

The First Seven Pregnant Women I Knew, Jim Daniels

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were teenagers. Some kept the baby. Entered

the desert of marriage, their childhoods

mirages wavering on whispered streets.