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Between Us There Are More And More Things, Becky Kennedy

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Frying bacon in the morning

every morning washing dishes in a place

where I see trees

Dragonflies On The Stairs, Gary Pedler

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It was the only Victorian left on the block. On either side stood apartment buildings, one from the turn of the last century, the other from the nineteen eighties, both nondescript in different ways.

Compost, Ravi Shankar

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Filling a tarp full of spindled elm leaves

that cling and loosen in wake of dragging

For Chance, Keep Beauty Warm, Nancy Lee Craven

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Keep truth ardent, fresh and limber

protect it by finding it in lowly places

and leave it there--

"And Today", Jack Lindeman

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And today I wonder what should be done

and what not done,

and whether there is really

any difference between the two

Discussion Questions, Kevin Toth

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Now that you've finished the novel, use the following questions to strengthen your understanding of the text or to spark discussion amongst your class or book club.

Verso

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Editor's Note

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Butterflies And Honey, B. Z. Niditch

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You keep your voice

shivering in the blue sun

butterflies and honey

Terrible Twos, Charles Harper Webb

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O God of Mercy, drop me in the sea.

Turn my feet into propellers; my chest,

The Walnut, David Cappella

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Consider the walnut

its crenellation, its meat

like a miniature human brain

Maho Bay, Near The Astrologer's Table, Lyn Lifshin

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yellow bird on

the table, two

curious lizards

Photography, Rustin Larson

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Earth takes a long-exposure photo of herself--

her apartment a kind of camera obscura--

Worms, Gary Guinn

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At the wine and cheese party for the clinic staff, John described his worm farm to Doctor Miles.

What The Raven Said, Barbara Crooker

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as he balanced on a branch of Douglas fir,

was that it's dark under the stars, the planet

New In Town, Nancy White

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Yes, he still drops by, still for no reason. Even

today when rain bathes the house and

the path sheds its glove of dust.

The Lincoln-Douglas Debate Of 1984, Tom Williams

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I should have conceded as soon as Abraham Lincoln entered the room.

The Iris And The Blade, Kathleen Hellen

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The body Japanese:

perfect as the words;

Drawing Blanks, John Azrak

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I turned my memory over

to you when, unexpectedly

Late Visions, Lynn Domina

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He's an old man with an infant

daughter dead seventy years.

Country Junction, Tom Miller Juvik

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Talk to anyone in the county about the murder of Al DeLancy, the explanation will be the same.

Slow Change, Rane Arroyo

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I thought, it's done, I'm out.

My father died, the women in

A Field Of Pumpkins, Martha Christina

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Glimpsed from the train

they're a sudden

and short-lived gift.

Falling Leaves, Gary Hanna

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In the crispness

of the night

I reach out, knowing

The Rocking Cradle, Juned Subhan

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It was bizarre when it happened to them, like a sign of something else to come, as if it was only the beginning, as if they should have foreseen it, but didn't, and were foolish not to.

Falcon, Colleen Abel

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The falconer makes a show of the release:

pretending to heave the bird to open air,

Contributors

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Table Of Contents

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Fugitive Day, Ellen Prentiss Cambell

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Yonder Hills it was called then, and still is now, after the first line from an old hymn my grandmother used to sing, "Yonder Hills are very Fair."

Two Swans In A Pond Next To The Highway, J. R. Solonche

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They have chosen well, these two

swans, one swimming the circumference

of the water, its neck a parenthesis