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Barred Owl, B. J. Best

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somewhere in the forest lives a question.
ice cracks, wind whips, a child is putting

Bridge Of Sighs, Don Kunz

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One wrong turn
(For which Venice is famous)

The Waves, Jéanpaul Ferro

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In the afternoon, when the sky
is almost out of sun,

Hartford Circus Fire (1944), John Surowiecki

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All we were told was that the animals
were saved and the children died;

Undershirt, Donna Pucciani

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That undershirt
with the hole I'd like to put my index finger through

Morendo, Al Niente (Dying Away, To Nothing), Ryan Cipriano

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Chicago plaza, centered around a fountain
Beside which Stanley passed away

The Last Transgression, William Peacock

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August 31. Valerie cut her foot on a shell this afternoon and acted like she was going to die.

Autobiography, Pamela S. Wynn

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My parent's match was made on the outskirts of heaven.

To A Former Student Training To Become An Interrogator, David O'Connell

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They say pressure isn't torture
and, at times, because I don't know better
I'm willing to agree

Lyme Tick, Mitch Lescarbeau

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Through the porch screen of the makeshift sickroom
the patient boats in the cove

Gone Too Soon, Nancy Lee Craven

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You left, I think, under the burden of heavy judgment,
Or grief too difficult to bear. I do not know, but I would like to,

How Far Is Home, Robin Caine

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Her younger sister, Beth, met a Venezuelan man at a wedding, where she was a bridesmaid and he was the best man.

Kidnapped At Birth, Buff Whitman-Bradley

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Every one of us was kidnapped at birth
By a man in money-colored shoes who
Snatched us away from our real parents

The Other Betty, Pat Schultheis

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Grow old and you'll become a stranger to yourself.

One More Time For Donny Deadborne, Stephen Roger Powers

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I'm a feature comedian.

Lines For An Absent Friend, Larry Rubin

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So you weren't there--the emptiness
Would have shattered me, except I know how atoms

Chicken-In-The-Pot, Charles Harper Webb

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One dollar buys a chance to catapult
a rubber bird onto a spinning table that seems

Parsimonious, Paul Hostovsky

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I remember the first time I looked it up--
I was a sophomore--Michael

Counting, Mitzi Mcmahon

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Counting is important. Not that you're able to count because an idiot can count.

Leonard On The Farm, Jack Cooper

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He had less than a dozen teeth,
wore shoes with ten years of pigshit

Grim Reaper, Carl Beauchamp

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It's only natural
A black gown
And sharp sickle

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Neruda's Day, B. Z. Niditch

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With your splintered voice

charred from sand pits

you survey a wakening sun

What Was Once Intangible, Jonathan Greenhause

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One day I awoke wrapped in stars' shimmering skins

and slipped on shoes made of evening's darkness.

Brimming, Shane Alan Noecker

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Before the alarm went off, they heard a truck door slam on the street below.

Joints And Connectors, Rachel Eve Moulton

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Edward Rudolph Schakowsky III was a freshman and forever late to school.

Why The Music Makes Us Cry, Paul Hostovsky

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I thought it was just me until my Aunt Hannah

said no it wasn't just me it was just

It's Grief To Me, Eli Langner

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I try to make sense of it

but can only surmise

sardonically that

Fortunata, Jay Baruch

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Lawrence Wellbourne, CEO of Poultice Pharmaceuticals, announced to a roomful of vice-presidents the ominous news:

Debriefing, Yvonne Sapia

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You confess all. Even the truth.

You recount what you dread. Exile.

The face of disbelief. The fear