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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

Measuring Time, Heather Hallberg Yanda

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Standing here by her

stove, I am stirring

with her spoon, measuring

Constellation, Janet Mccann

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The sky was full

of bears and warriors,

God put them there.

They wheeled over us,

The Chess Game, James Damron

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I turn from my work to see them

Indian princesses in long gowns

Lying softly on the grass

The Thirteenth Colony, Jéanpaul Ferro

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The morning had been like a mirage:

a green twilight along Kennedy Plaza after the show,

1863 Candid, Wendy Smith-Stenhouse

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If I could

I would ask you why

you looked away

when the flash chiseled pewter eyes

Love Song, Steven Proulx

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New shirt

cotton stiff

cuffs crisp, buttoned

flush against the hands

Virus, Ewa Bronowicz

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"Language is a virus, and she infected me," he said and looked away, as if not interested in the effect his words would have on us.

La Révolution De Ventôse, Bayard Godsave

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Time loves only those it has given birth to itself...

--Vasily Grossman

I have read about the neutron bombs. In the books there are diagrams of radiation waves, tipped with arrowheads,

Don't Date Men Who Live In Mushroom Houses, Amanda Dunne

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When you brush your teeth,

I want to pull my eyes out,

place them in a Ziploc sandwich bag

The Shower, William Baer

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"Younger than springtime," she sings, fading

in and out, for nearly a half an hour,

Tearing Down The Depot, Patrick Carrington

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It's one of those days that's no damn good

from the start. You drop the toast

How The Metaphor Becomes You, John Azrak

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and is becoming, (no matter your where-

abouts), starts with the handsome

blanket you brought home from Santa Fe;

Mount Everest, Falling, Charles Webb

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Three times before, her father'd pounded

9-1-1 in time to bring a team to pump

Letter To Borgstrom In Stone, Fredrick Zydek

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Dear Kurt: If what the Hindus and Buddhists say

is true, everything that makes the universe tick