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The Nazi, Baron Wormser

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I can't remember who played the Nazi
But his face thrummed like glass in summer sun.

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The Last Block Party, Bud Johnson

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The sun is setting over the deserted soccer field near the burial mound.

In The New Guinea Highlands, John Grey

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I can't get over the belief

that the simplest people always know more;

Superior, Ryan Guth

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These pine-dark

shores are seventy

thousand years old

Lesson One, Janet Proulx

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All winter long

Sister Mary Julian would enter the classroom,

Post-Freudian Dreaming, Richard N. Bentley

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I had a dream Tuesday night in which I was either attending a lecture

Junior College, J. Tarwood

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All my friends had gone off

As if each had found a fate.

Leavetaking, Janet Proulx

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As I leave the nursing home where my mother now lives

The Counterpoint Lesson, Lyzette Wanzer

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My father always told me there were two kinds of jazz: white people's jazz, and "the real thing."

Sean, Courtney Zullo

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A handcrafted butterfly hangs over her bed,

Infant Savant, Naton Leslie

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Madonna and child on

the south-east crossing pier

Thoughtless, Chris Semansky

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A piano falls from the sky.

A quite beautiful piano.

Punching Air, Ben Brooks

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Dead fish floated in close to shore. There were so many of them

First Sky, Jay Udall

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Some days you don't need a second sky--

the one outside is what you have

Contributors

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Across The Line, William Holinger

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The trouble is that the balls go where you throw them.

-- a well-known saying in juggling

Standing in foul territory over by the cornfield, roughing up the game ball,

Inky Went Down To The Well, K. S. Phillips

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None of us knew how pure Inky was until we drank her. Sadly, our awareness came three summers too late.

The Touch So, Rob Diehm

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the touch so

deep (little hairs

stand on end)

we become one

Impending Doom, Mario Duarte

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Out of nothing, nowhere,

a boy grasping a red balloon

wavers over the circus tent.

Notes On Laureateship, Michael S. Harper

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You must act like a Morpho in the forest

Perhaps thirty feet in the air

Hands That Drew Them As They Are, Unity Durieux

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These hands have delved in ruin,

plumbed lovers' pockets, availed

themselves of coldcuts, goodbooks

The Sparrows, John Grey

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It's not their flight but how they

alight on the gutters where I might live.

Dyslexic, Will Nixon

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The year I learned the hangman's noose

I tied it everywhere: tire swings, clothes lines,

Abuelita, Camincha

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To Reyna María, it's like they never left. They visit her often, sometimes in groups, sometimes one at a time.

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Editor's Note

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The Baker's Secret, Kathy Anderson

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The town baker wakes at dawn, stands in his silent shop, with floured hands slaps rounded balls of dough

The Word Box, Christopher Brookhouse

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We can't sleep.

I'm hungry, she says.

I know what she wants.