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Dream Landscape With Wheatfield, Art Zilleruelo

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when the wind

comes, my father fishhooks

a tape recorder and casts

Born Again In Brooklyn, John Azrak

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I want to be born again

in Brooklyn. Oh, how I would

worship the very playground

Nikkie And Jesus, Arthur Winfield Knight

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My wife says we ought to feed the dog

before we go to dinner, but I know

The Final Note, Roland Goity

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Boxes everywhere. And strapping tape, lots of strapping tape. Enough to mark a football field end zone

Love American Style (Or How Pop Got His Green Card), Rosanna Armendariz

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My pop, Nigel Pepper, came to the United States in 1971. He flew here illegally, using a network of bribes.

Goody-Goody, Robert Kaye

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"Don't be such a goody-goody, Wilson." The voice arched over the heads of children and parents alike,

Grace, Michael Homolka

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My lap full watching midnight infomercials,

I scoop chips into salsa, Oreos into ice cream.

Title Page

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Table Of Contents

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Men's Department, Leslie Pietrzyk

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Ann had been watching her husband pick through suits long enough, and the painful blister on her heel had just popped.

Homecoming, Susan Clayton-Goldner

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A father hangs small clothes in the trees

believing his dead son

will find them, dress up

What Cannot Be Found Is Always Enough, Thomas Bonoma

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When you can no longer point to me,

waving at you from the edge of these woods,

Travel Tips For The Solo Female In Central America, Cindy May Murphy

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I.

Do not pick up pillows thrown

into airplane aisles by withered men

Reprise For A Memory, Askold Skalsky

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--after Donald Justice

I ask you to come back now as you were in October,

elegant, lithe, the auburn hair upswept with a topknot of tulle.

Icarus As Teacher, Ann Zoller

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When Icarus taught me

to fly beyond the dream,

Shell, Sean Thomas Dougherty

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For to forget him was to forget what was, which was, of course, she thought, a kind of beginning in itself, like an egg.

The Covenant, Doug Ramspeck

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Her flowers are dying in the old clay pot.

Her tomato vines are withering.

September Light, Connie Harrington

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Switch off the lamp at the top of the stairway, as dusk calls you to the armchair at your window,

Untitled, Kiki Denis

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i always thought we melt in years but now i know

we melt in space

Aspects Of Kelly's Death, Ken Meisel

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When the boy stopped breathing

it was because he'd lived one day

too long, anyhow.

The Female Of The Species, Erica Johnson Debeljak

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A strange woman came to me early this morning. I think she must have appeared at around six in the morning:

Jacob, Bryan Walpert

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And what will you do when your doubt

wakes you in the middle of the night--

Home, Rest Home, Megan Jones

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Here, where every ceiling tile speaks

its own fact,

every crack in the

wall holds the trappings of code

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Thesis, Bryan Walpert

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Consider the certain rhetoric of flatware.

The drawer's slots, the clean classification:

Tunes, Michael H. Brownstein

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George walked the way he whistled. "That's just the way I walk," he said.

A Boy's Bike, Diane Lockward

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One morning a bike appears in our driveway,

at the end where we can't not notice it,

Shipwreck Survivors March Along The Coastline, Timothy Martin

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Three days, twelve days, a lifetime.

To starboard, the sea that didn't bury us.

Wild Running Words, Jeanne Lohmann

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because you can die of indecision

and wanting to do too much

in one failing body whose limits