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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,

First Sky, Jay Udall

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

the one outside is what you have

Thoughtless, Chris Semansky

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A piano falls from the sky.

A quite beautiful piano.

Contributors

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Biographers, Greg Ames

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She was born in Pittsburgh in 1971.

A Bird's Death, Dana Lauren

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Her arms were full of overstuffed grocery bags, so Carolina did not see the tiny thing and nearly crushed it underfoot while trying to unlock the back door.

The Hillside Slasher, Rob Davidson

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Dear Mr. Davies,
I trust you remember who I am.

Librarian, Tim Myers

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They approached the Circulation Desk just before noon.

After Ellis Island, Albert Sgambati

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My daddy was a miner and his light went out. He married a blind woman so it didn't make much difference.

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Inside Here, Diana Spechler

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This is the first summer of my life that I've gotten through without a single mosquito bite.

Handwriting, Ace Boggess

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In the Fourth Grade, my teacher--
that aptly named Mrs. Johnson,

Fair Trade, Cathleen Calbert

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Young women turn to older men for power,
acclaim, and money. In exchange, they offer beauty,

Fate, Albert Sgambati

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In an isolated incident people were taken from the bus.

The Flummoxed Flummoxer, Thomas Dorsett

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Speckled guppies, young and old,
almost worthless, 12 cents each,

Bread, Sean Thomas Dougherty

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I transmutate from the dead leaves
of late autumn
into a loaf of bread,

Daughter, Richard Dry

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I saw a father and daughter
playing catch

A Bright Summer Day In Boston, Geoffrey Jarok

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The tubes that lead to nowhere.
The boredom of the sunshine,

Black Jellies, Eggs, And The Pearling Of Ovaries, Cathleen Calbert

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The fire is stoked, kindling set in triangles.
Black jellies are sealed with wax, and loaves

Pedagogy, Allison Joseph

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Sometimes I dream about my students--
how they yawn and fidget in indifference

Forced To Read A Big, Black, Boring Textbook In The Rain, Jeb Santos

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It's the opposite of inspiring
Dark soggy day

Documentary, J. R. Solonche

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Rome burns. Then London.

Snow, Janet Mccann

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Whiteness like the birth of memory.
Now a glitter.

Upon Awakening, Janet Proulx

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The alarm clock makes me feel so wise
18 when I'm dreaming, 50 when I rise

Minuet, Gary J. Whitehead

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Its keys as yellowed as false teeth,
the piano I imagine my father's mother owns

Doing Seventy On The Highway, J. R. Solonche

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Doing seventy on the highway,
I look over at my wife.

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Dedication, Allan Peterson

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A cat, the color of my napkin plays
Twitching on a blue boat, a cat itself,

Hum Of Thoughts, C. J. Morrissey

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I have made a blanket with words
and have placed it on the mantel for safekeeping.

There Are Gods, Rob Cook

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creating a new species of shadow. there are gods smoking cigarettes in
cheap hotels on the rings of saturn. there are gods lurking inside