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The Man Who Shoots Stop Signs, William Jolliff

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Standing alone on a dark road, maybe he believes

the new ones are virgins, too hard to resist.

Nancy Underwood, Mitch Lescarbeau

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Or it may have been Susan.

Second grade; 1958--

Where The Grass Is Greener, Paul Sohar

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Although very little of the late April sunshine actually wedged itself down to the pavement, the narrow streets of lower Manhattan

The Fishing Trip, David Dragone

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The waves came up on shore, speaking in tongues

While I waited for the ocean's pitched language

The Madness Of Ida Mae, Christine Bagley

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I stood in line at Stop & Shop in my Liz Taylor wig and a tight yellow pantsuit that pulled across my fanny like an ace bandage.

What It Takes, Lisa Starr

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All it takes is one blue rowboat tied to a buoy,

and its reflection, and this moment

Learning To Shoot At Things That Moved, Rick Benjamin

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Soup-cans, tires searing in the summer

air, coke bottles so old the red rubbed

Late Projection, Rick Benjamin

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My twin turns toward the camera

he's propped into the elbow

At The Eye Doctor's, Stephen R. Roberts

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The doctor asks me to read

the eye chart, line five.

I think it begins with D

Symbolon, Dwayne Thorpe

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A sheep's knuckle

cracked in two,

half to me

half to you.

Neighbor Kid, Bob Davis

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Neighbor kid is so weird, that I know his name

but think of him as "neighbor kid."

Photos Of Cuteness Flash Around The World, Charles (Harper) Webb

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Owen, the rescued baby hippo, mistakes

a giant male tortoise, Mzee, for his mom.

Sleeping God, V. P. Loggins

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On the ninth day of creation God

Had already slept for 63 hours.

Aunt Josie, Janet Proulx

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Favored form-fitting blouses,

pencil skirts and strappy-heeled shoes,

Foxley's Progress, Michael Washburn

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August 20, 2014

Dear Lance,

This letter has come with no return address.

Remembered, John Grey

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Years and months and days

fade into one another.

Only moments survive the chaos

Sanctuary, John Sibley Williams

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A star rests heavy on the roof.

A dozen dead birds roost in the gutters.

Robert Howard, Richard Spilman

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Robert Howard

Robert Fucking Howard.

Wallace Robert to be exact.

Yard Sale, John Streamas

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I need to say right off that I am, as you can plainly see, a white man, and I'm not either proud or ashamed of that fact,

Her Poems Read Like Postcards, Mark Smith

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Her poems read like postcards

scribbled at a table in a small café

Title Page

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Photo From Ballydehob, Robert Funge

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We're staying in this little village just west of Cork
in the green and yellow house on the left

The Dependence Day Celebration, Dwayne Thorpe

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This day comes to us in a box
with bright new clothes and masks.

Decrescendo, Patrick Graydon

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Angst disappears with the rest of his fears,
the fanfare has begun.

Verso

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Mother Noose, Mark Smith

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Behind the yard of pumpkins
and blue hubbards, stems

Editor's Note

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Eros Vs. Logos, David Zepp Lash

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On July 15, 2011 I was diagnosed with a stage IV "double hit" Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma, a type of blood cancer.

Prelude, Robert Funge

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Watching a Guinness
settle is almost
as pleasurable as

Shall I Go?, James Damron

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When soft, white light
Falls upon the night,