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Clean Slate, Richard Dinges Jr.
Clean Slate, Richard Dinges Jr.
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No one wonders why we return each morning, eyes half-shuddered, mouths yawning
Irises Planted On A Grave, Gordon Grice
Irises Planted On A Grave, Gordon Grice
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The irises lick the wind with fragrant tongues…
On The Move, Jack Cooper
On The Move, Jack Cooper
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Arriving I caught the bus to the beach under a blue and white sky and sat behind five or six riders
Part Ii, Diane Glancy
Rains, James B. Nicola
Rains, James B. Nicola
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One kind of rain wears moccasins and comes in quiet as a ghost then leaves your cheeks-nose-forehead moist with an unremarked kiss.
Sunday Morning, Matthew C. Brennan
Sunday Morning, Matthew C. Brennan
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Back home from Kroger, I sense that something’s terribly wrong: five squad cars flashing red cordon the street, and yellow tape extends from a fencepost to a worksite shed across from us.
Birds Of Light, Jack Cooper
Birds Of Light, Jack Cooper
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Autumn streams of rain hit the maple tree and red and yellow leaves wing off in all directions
Festina Lente, Jack Cooper
Festina Lente, Jack Cooper
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I once laid a stone path in the yard and unearthed a spadefoot toad in hibernation
Interactive Sonnet, James B. Nicola
Interactive Sonnet, James B. Nicola
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This is the place where I’m supposed to say a thing I have to say, and soundly, then expound upon it like a pregnant hen with fourteen eggs she cannot help but lay.
Lampyridae, Donna Emerson
Lampyridae, Donna Emerson
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As I walk down the June steps of the farmhouse, fireflies flash close to my face.
On Wings, Richard Dinges Jr.
On Wings, Richard Dinges Jr.
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Each day, more flies descend and buzz my porch. I bathe.
Part One, Diane Glancy
Prayers Coagulate Around A Woman On Her Porch, Henry D. Goldkamp
Prayers Coagulate Around A Woman On Her Porch, Henry D. Goldkamp
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Southern static : pink tongue : dewy ears : seagulls yelling Wal-Mart
Your Girlfriend Is A Boozy Animorph, Henry D. Goldkamp
Your Girlfriend Is A Boozy Animorph, Henry D. Goldkamp
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My shadow nearly dodges your ghost for an iced glass, again a gin to toast.
A Certain Age, Anne Babson
A Certain Age, Anne Babson
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The body churns out its red butter every Twenty-eight days but spends the whole cow to do it. The skin still glows a little, but blood vessels ruddy As the spaceship face fissures, approaching warp speed.
Ballad Of St. Stephen's Green, James B. Nicola
Ballad Of St. Stephen's Green, James B. Nicola
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While loitering in St. Stephen’s Green, Watching the youth pass by, I spied an elder gentleman In a blue suit and bright tie
Beetles In Moonlight, Gordon Grice
Beetles In Moonlight, Gordon Grice
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This rooted cliff is riddled and pocked. On August nights, you can watch the moonlight clatter into shards that move apart and come together to couple.
Blimps Are Cool, Molly Sizer
Blimps Are Cool, Molly Sizer
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Today we saw the Goodyear Blimp. It flew above the roofs of town.
Carved Door, Dennis Ross
Carved Door, Dennis Ross
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I stagger with a heavy door, thick, ancient oak with six carved panels: a dove, a plow, flowers, wreathed acanthus leaves.
Commemorate, Nan Byrne
Commemorate, Nan Byrne
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We learn by losing The dead—first one becomes many The truth we knew becomes the truth we suffered
Doughboy And Jenny, Donna L. Emerson
Doughboy And Jenny, Donna L. Emerson
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Our summer horses, five-gaited warm-bloods. Alert, easy to ride.
Drifting, Nan Byrne
Green, Richard Dinges Jr.
Green, Richard Dinges Jr.
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Green is cool to gaze into, woods strangled in undergrowth
Health Care, Dick Bentley
Health Care, Dick Bentley
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On this hill, in this clump of trees at the edge of the golf course, I sit with the wind swaying the daisies.
Here And Now, Dennis Ross
Here And Now, Dennis Ross
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Driving along an Iowa gravel road I am sometimes jolted wide awake as from a forever sleep, struck by the immediacy of the world,
Hometown, Kenneth Beck
Hometown, Kenneth Beck
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My hometown is a monochrome. Pack rats on every block with vintage Whatever-you-have from whatever-year.
Human Rib Bone, $10, Shiann Dawson
Human Rib Bone, $10, Shiann Dawson
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A little gift shop, nestled into a house of death Filled with…well, Trinkets, mostly.
If Ever, Dilvin Işiki
If Ever, Dilvin Işiki
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If ever this sadness unbraces the ties between me and you, I’ll hang myself to your happiness;
Imperfect English Composition, Anne Babson
Imperfect English Composition, Anne Babson
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Thesis: While in love, no matter what my mother says about the milk for free, I have discovered that he is prose, not sonnet. While having sterling qualities, he is not perfect. Remind the reader that no one is. Remind self.