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East Of My Birth, Dennis Trudell

Bryant Literary Review

Even in their homes, the island villagers
sometimes had to raise voices to be heard

An Appeal, Mary Soon Lee

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Colleagues, let us terminate forthwith
the reprehensible hegemony

The Back Garden, Suruchi Mohan

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After weeks of passing messages through Mrs. Khanna, Ruchir Kapoor's parents had picked a time to see the girl.

Problema Ng Makata Sa Panahon Ng Terorismo/The Problem Of The Poet In A Time Of Terrorism, E. San Juan, Jr.

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Nangungulila Tila luho't karangyaan

Grace And The Abandoned, John Grey

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Grace walks to the lake
and her critters follow.

Darwinian, Jennifer Tappenden

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The first cry divides
itself from happiness

Looking Forward To The Farmer's Market, Stephen Germic

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Slender lives of orphans, sewage of a nation,
they talk in old age about childhood.

A Poet's Uncle, Matthew Dulany

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After the death of his sister-in-law, Bill Ruckelsmann began to pay more attention to his nephew.

Cutting Room Floor, Heather C. Miller

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Rewind to the time out for Italian with the girls
and my lesbian best friend wanted to go halfsies

Afterlife--The Drowning Pool, Catherine Tahmin

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when you die
they bring you warm towels

Ghost, Peter Barlow

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South of Piqua there's a rest stop.

Handkerchief, Margaret Hasse

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A constellation of small hearts
embroidered on a white linen square

Intrigue, Dennis Saleh

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In a conspiracy
of sky

Airport, Alex Russo

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a universe of utter transience connects people
moving in every direction like twelve thousand

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The Ballet Class, Kendall Klym

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I'll be the first to admit that I'm no expert.

There Is Passion, There Is Not Love, Joseph Holt

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The two of them met as co-panelists at a graduate economics forum in upstate New York.

Sanctum, Robert Mcguill

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The places where water comes together

with other water. Those places stand out

in my mind like holy places.

--Raymond Carver

Water. Crashing. Thundering down the boulders.

Life On Mars, Eileen Russell

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Chapter One

I knew I'd barely survive an eight-hundred mile road trip with Bill and Fran, from the tip of Florida's peninsula

Surabaya Animal Market, David Pinault

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In loving memory of

Paul George Pinault

1947 - 2011

The trim lancet window with the elegantly etched lettering

The Referee, David Alan Goldstein

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Martin Abramson believed that very small, innocuous and seemly trivial acts were the key

Miss Mercy, C. Sanchez-Garcia

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"How does it feel, where you are?"

"It's okay. You keep it cool in here."

Who Is We?, Kevin Mcintosh

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Patrick Lynch is passing back personal narratives to his second period. He used to call them memoirs,

What Jupiter Knows, Wendy Smith-Stenhouse

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Thing is... Nobody cares less about me missing the Junior Spring Fling than me. But Blaine, with his beer stink and lolling eyeballs,

Fountain, Josh Wardrip

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In those days I would take the #3 downtown where I spent my afternoons having lunch at one of the little diners

The Poet, In One Last Desperate Attempt To Please His Public, Lays On The Blarney, Louis Phillips

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The words in this poem are quite ordinary.

Bride And Groom, Charles Harper Webb

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Piece by piece, the china slips from soapy hands.

Friends drop the crystal wine-glasses;

Morning Report With Other Disturbances, Stephen R. Roberts

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You might want to head to work a bit early this morning.

Sowing The Seeds, Janet Proulx

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Grandfather would sit in a rocker by the window

smoking a pipe and gazing upon his bountiful garden

Robots, Joseph Scott (J.S.) Kierland

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The Major drove north along 95 into the oncoming darkness. The sun hung low over the desert behind him,