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Birth, Carter Staub

The Messenger

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How To Dress A Tree, Brynna Williams

The Messenger

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Poetic Coloring, Asad J. Hussain

The Messenger

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Bride And Groom, Charles Harper Webb

Bryant Literary Review

Piece by piece, the china slips from soapy hands.

Friends drop the crystal wine-glasses;

Evolving, Kelli Allen

The Lindenwood Review: a journal of literary prose

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The Most Beautiful Woman I’Ve Ever Seen, Iréne Mathieu

The Lindenwood Review: a journal of literary prose

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I Feel In Your Absence All Rain, Jenn Monroe

The Lindenwood Review: a journal of literary prose

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Face Down Days, William Stratton

The Lindenwood Review: a journal of literary prose

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Verso

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Editor's Note

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Poison Pie, Jeannie Galeazzi

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What I'd done wasn't exactly a crime. The "Help Wanted" sign I'd spotted just this morning was gone,

Hoodoo, T. M. (Michael) Bemis

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I grew up in a small town about fifty miles north of New York City called Briarwood.

Small Fires, Keith Alexander

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Ryszard turns in a clearing

with a finger to his lips.

It is fall, dead fall, ssssh,

Interruption, Keith Alexander

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A cow in the meat yard opened its mouth

and out poured the voice of Bessie Smith.

The Lion Cub Raised By A Terrier, David Starkey

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reminds me of the porcupine

reared by a manatee, the raven

The Hippo At The Bronx Zoo, Circa 1965, James Arthur Anderson

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The mouth opens like a dumpster lid

and, trained to toss, we all comply,

Love Letter To My Imaginary Man (After Pamela Alexander), Christine Graf

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Next time you walk by my bedroom

in your hulk of spectral dust

with a gust of Thor and thunder, stop

Horses, Gladys Goldberg

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The sorrel who eats carrots

from my hand

A drift of gold in his thick mane,

The Passenger Seat, Madeline Wise

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Rudy called his ex-wife from a dealership in San Francisco and blurted out, "I've got it, Mimi, and it's all mine!

The Whale Remained For Rebecca, Floyd Cheung

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Of course they took your iPod,

those fabulously large sunglasses,

A Walk On The Old Road, Wendy Smith-Stenhouse

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It's cold

but I stay

standing in the road

The Ashland Bump, Dan Sieg

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There was a quick rise and dip

in Ashland Street,

I never cared much why.

Easter Eggs, Vanessa Blakeslee

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Julie wished the problem of the Easter eggs wouldn't turn into a blowout fight,

Memo To Mean Girls Everywhere, Nancy Craven

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After you sign-on to U-Stream, and watch the backs of classmates whose fronts you no longer recognize

The Telephone Pole, Jay Baruch

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Everyone leaves--the medics, the police, the coroner, the late night news crew

Gospel, Brady Rhoades

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On French Hill, night falls and you sit on the slope

in your shanty clothes,

Childhood Nightmare, Buff Whitman-Bradley

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In the recurring dream I had as a child

I stood on a small platform

The Lemon Tree, Emily Swaine

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I was walking back to camp with some new supplies when I noticed all the boys standing around,

In His Introduction To Five Poems, J. R. Solonche

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In his introduction to five poems, Su Tung-p'o wrote:

I got drunk and wrote five poems.

The Name, John Grey

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There should be a name for people

who sit on a rock for hours