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What You Have, Laura Hogan

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He comes home wearing your husband's face, spreads his arms wide and calls, "Honey, I'm home."

Fishing Penny, Ryan Habermeyer

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Penny used three fingers to wedge the last moon pie into her mouth. I had sore fingers from feeding her all night.

A Salutation, Not An Embrace, Lois Marie Harrod

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Knowledge is not eating, and we cannot expect to devour and possess what we mean. Knowledge is recognition of something absent; it is a salutation, not an embrace.

--George Santayana

Those moments when everything

slips away, perhaps

Fido's View Of Irony, Martha Christina

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I found the shoe under the bed

when She Who Throws Things

threw my ball. "Fetch,"

Like The Man Who Fell In Love With Jesus, Erica Goss

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I want to live in a

body that quakes, I want

someone's fingers to press

At 18, Your Life Opens Up, Marianna Hofer

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Sometimes, just

out of high school,

you hitchhiked to

your first boyfriend's,

The Laughing Poet Moves On, Jim Daniels

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She laughed quickly, not with you

or at you. She laughed

in her own universe of fizz and whirl.

Winter Sleep, M. L. Brown

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She wants to tell him

about the birch in the field,

how it darkens against the snow at dusk.

Closures, Margaret B. Ingraham

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A grandmother's death, he said, put
final parentheses around my youth.

Your family homestead is so far

away and yet the forecast is clear

Noche, Erica Goss

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for Maria De Los Santos

Once in Mulege, Jose's father drove me back

to the long beach coated with moonlight.

Redbone, Erika T. Wurth

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The first time I ever thought about stealing a train, I was eight years old.

The doors closed and Jake was alone again,

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Maho Bay, Near The Astrologer's Table, Lyn Lifshin

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yellow bird on

the table, two

curious lizards

What The Raven Said, Barbara Crooker

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as he balanced on a branch of Douglas fir,

was that it's dark under the stars, the planet

Slow Change, Rane Arroyo

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I thought, it's done, I'm out.

My father died, the women in

Untitled, Sudie Nostrand

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This is Penelope speaking.

You tell me

you've killed a big man

with one eye

Butterflies And Honey, B. Z. Niditch

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You keep your voice

shivering in the blue sun

butterflies and honey

Between Us There Are More And More Things, Becky Kennedy

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Frying bacon in the morning

every morning washing dishes in a place

where I see trees

Terrible Twos, Charles Harper Webb

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O God of Mercy, drop me in the sea.

Turn my feet into propellers; my chest,

The Walnut, David Cappella

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Consider the walnut

its crenellation, its meat

like a miniature human brain

Verso

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Dragonflies On The Stairs, Gary Pedler

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It was the only Victorian left on the block. On either side stood apartment buildings, one from the turn of the last century, the other from the nineteen eighties, both nondescript in different ways.

Editor's Note

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Photography, Rustin Larson

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Earth takes a long-exposure photo of herself--

her apartment a kind of camera obscura--

Fugitive Day, Ellen Prentiss Cambell

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Yonder Hills it was called then, and still is now, after the first line from an old hymn my grandmother used to sing, "Yonder Hills are very Fair."

The Third Of May, 1808, At Madrid: The Shootings On Principe Pio Mountain, Oil On Canvas, 1814, Ravi Shankar

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When they come for you, Cossack-capped,

in lockstep, carrying the black eye of death

against their shoulders, how will you react?

Two Swans In A Pond Next To The Highway, J. R. Solonche

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They have chosen well, these two

swans, one swimming the circumference

of the water, its neck a parenthesis

Worms, Gary Guinn

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At the wine and cheese party for the clinic staff, John described his worm farm to Doctor Miles.

Elegy For The Residents Of The Niagara Apartments, Ken Meisel

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I

Because there are stories too disturbing to retell

I have to first talk about the field of yellow flowers

Compost, Ravi Shankar

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Filling a tarp full of spindled elm leaves

that cling and loosen in wake of dragging