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Squid, Mary Ann Mayer

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We dissected one in school,

and it squirted ink all over the room

when I squeezed it.

For Chance, Keep Beauty Warm, Nancy Lee Craven

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Keep truth ardent, fresh and limber

protect it by finding it in lowly places

and leave it there--

The Agreement, Lewis Schrager

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When the shooting starts, the tourists stay home. No tourists, no business--Mamoun Aboulafia knew the situation all too well.

The Lincoln-Douglas Debate Of 1984, Tom Williams

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I should have conceded as soon as Abraham Lincoln entered the room.

New In Town, Nancy White

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Yes, he still drops by, still for no reason. Even

today when rain bathes the house and

the path sheds its glove of dust.

Late Visions, Lynn Domina

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He's an old man with an infant

daughter dead seventy years.

Country Junction, Tom Miller Juvik

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Talk to anyone in the county about the murder of Al DeLancy, the explanation will be the same.

"And Today", Jack Lindeman

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And today I wonder what should be done

and what not done,

and whether there is really

any difference between the two

Office Girl, Barry Jay Kaplan

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I work in an office. I have my own desk which has a drawer right under the main surface where inside when I was hired and sat down at it for the first time I found paper clips and little pads of different colors and lots of pens and pencils…

Drawing Blanks, John Azrak

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I turned my memory over

to you when, unexpectedly

A Field Of Pumpkins, Martha Christina

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Glimpsed from the train

they're a sudden

and short-lived gift.

In Some Town's Junk Shop, John Hazard

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A photo: someone's tall father leans on a shovel

in failing light. It's black and white, but I see

the orange in the tip of his smoke

The Iris And The Blade, Kathleen Hellen

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The body Japanese:

perfect as the words;

Rory Gilley, Cody Stratton

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People always wonder

But never question why

Some Less Well-Tempered Claviers, John Grey

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This thinking is not all solitary.

Sometimes I take music along.

Johann Sebastian Bach,

Falcon, Colleen Abel

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The falconer makes a show of the release:

pretending to heave the bird to open air,

Discussion Questions, Kevin Toth

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Now that you've finished the novel, use the following questions to strengthen your understanding of the text or to spark discussion amongst your class or book club.

Falling Leaves, Gary Hanna

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In the crispness

of the night

I reach out, knowing

The Rocking Cradle, Juned Subhan

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It was bizarre when it happened to them, like a sign of something else to come, as if it was only the beginning, as if they should have foreseen it, but didn't, and were foolish not to.

Body Piercing, Janet Proulx

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When he was five, my brother was chased by bees

after poking their hive with a stick

Contributors

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No abstract provided.

Call It A Draw: On Art And Love, Neil Carpathios

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--for my wife

We argue over the Rothko

in the museum. I say it

looks like the inside of

For My Mother Who Has Never Been To Cape Cod, Carla Panciera

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Bayside, the water sluices in.

A clump of seaweed, frilled and green

September Light, Connie Harrington

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Switch off the lamp at the top of the stairway, as dusk calls you to the armchair at your window,

Aspects Of Kelly's Death, Ken Meisel

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When the boy stopped breathing

it was because he'd lived one day

too long, anyhow.

Grace, Michael Homolka

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My lap full watching midnight infomercials,

I scoop chips into salsa, Oreos into ice cream.

Tunes, Michael H. Brownstein

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George walked the way he whistled. "That's just the way I walk," he said.

Thesis, Bryan Walpert

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Consider the certain rhetoric of flatware.

The drawer's slots, the clean classification:

A Boy's Bike, Diane Lockward

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One morning a bike appears in our driveway,

at the end where we can't not notice it,

The Final Note, Roland Goity

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Boxes everywhere. And strapping tape, lots of strapping tape. Enough to mark a football field end zone