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Miss Mercy, C. Sanchez-Garcia

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"How does it feel, where you are?"

"It's okay. You keep it cool in here."

Rebel In A Plaid Skirt, Janet Proulx

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She moved robotically through junior high

learned by rote, kept imagination in check,

Shells, Barbara Mackay

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today I walk a sullen beach

its sand a deep gray

had it once been white

Weather Wins, Francine Witte

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It always does. Big blow

from the latest tornado?

That's just nature clearing

Going-Away Party, Elton Glaser

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Inside the white envelope, I find

An invitation to my death.

You can steam off the stamps,

Who Is We?, Kevin Mcintosh

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Patrick Lynch is passing back personal narratives to his second period. He used to call them memoirs,

Junior Munson Does The Long Haul, Elton Glaser

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I like to start my mornings

Sunnyside up at a truckstop,

The Propensity For Monologue, John Sibley Williams

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I'd like to be a sparrow,

bring new morning

each time I speak.

To Ansel Adams, John Sibley Williams

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It could have been

color

if mountains and dreams

What Jupiter Knows, Wendy Smith-Stenhouse

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Thing is... Nobody cares less about me missing the Junior Spring Fling than me. But Blaine, with his beer stink and lolling eyeballs,

The Cow Near Matamoros, Carol Hamilton

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Tied to her terror,

her placid, brush-haired sides

so like a back room

Fountain, Josh Wardrip

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In those days I would take the #3 downtown where I spent my afternoons having lunch at one of the little diners

Open At 10:00 A.M., Ron Koertge

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I burst into the Gap on the morning

after Labor Day and surprise

the pretty clerks giggling,

Taking Liberties, Jim Hart

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Geography

is melting

Glaciers

My Son Dreams That, As We Fished For Pumpkinseeds, A Shark Ate Me, Charles Harper Webb

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Did I hook the shark, and it yanked me in?

Did it leap, and pluck me off the pier?

Yesterday's Tongue, John Mckernan

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Its syllables

Dripping to the brown earth

Small Blue Butterflies, Buff Whitman-Bradley

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On a walk around the lake

I pause to watch three small blue butterflies

Alone, Ron Koertge

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Maybe it's just the kind of poetry I've been reading,

but I can't help noticing how alone most poets are:

The Poet, In One Last Desperate Attempt To Please His Public, Lays On The Blarney, Louis Phillips

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The words in this poem are quite ordinary.

Bride And Groom, Charles Harper Webb

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Piece by piece, the china slips from soapy hands.

Friends drop the crystal wine-glasses;

Morning Report With Other Disturbances, Stephen R. Roberts

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You might want to head to work a bit early this morning.

Sowing The Seeds, Janet Proulx

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Grandfather would sit in a rocker by the window

smoking a pipe and gazing upon his bountiful garden

Robots, Joseph Scott (J.S.) Kierland

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The Major drove north along 95 into the oncoming darkness. The sun hung low over the desert behind him,

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Papa, Scott Walmsley

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His crow's feet walked a thousand miles

His dark bags carried all his treasures.

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,

Leonard Cohen Sings All Night, John Tustin

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Leonard Cohen sings all night

on my miserable wet black drive