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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.

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.

Body Piercing, Janet Proulx

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When he was five, my brother was chased by bees

after poking their hive with a stick

Contributors

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No abstract provided.

Call It A Draw: On Art And Love, Neil Carpathios

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--for my wife

We argue over the Rothko

in the museum. I say it

looks like the inside of

For My Mother Who Has Never Been To Cape Cod, Carla Panciera

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Bayside, the water sluices in.

A clump of seaweed, frilled and green

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,

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.

Grace, Michael Homolka

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My lap full watching midnight infomercials,

I scoop chips into salsa, Oreos into ice cream.

Tunes, Michael H. Brownstein

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

Thesis, Bryan Walpert

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Consider the certain rhetoric of flatware.

The drawer's slots, the clean classification:

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,

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

Dream Landscape With Wheatfield, Art Zilleruelo

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1

when the wind

comes, my father fishhooks

a tape recorder and casts

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

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,

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,

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.

George Segal's The Butcher Shop, Stephen Gibson

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Take a plaster body cast of a dumpy

butcher, set her across from a plaster customer

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

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.

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.

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

Icarus As Teacher, Ann Zoller

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When Icarus taught me

to fly beyond the dream,

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

Running Out, J. S. Kierland

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When the deep shadows finally came in he sprung out of a cluster of junipers and made a run for the mountain's stark cliffs.

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.