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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…
New Barista, Dennis Ross
New Barista, Dennis Ross
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She moves like a half-grown colt, all legs and skinny arms…
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 Ii, 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
Princesses, Donna L. Emerson
Princesses, Donna L. Emerson
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First grade girls are deciding who’s a princess. They say I’m not one.
Promise, Jack Cooper
Promise, Jack Cooper
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Her hands looked old boney and bruised but her face young her cheeks blushed her eyes wandering
Skippings Rocks, Chad W. Lutz
Skippings Rocks, Chad W. Lutz
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There’s a place in town where the only two roads meet, marked by an old sycamore. Its bark is blotchy, and the few limbs it has left reach for the sky like the pleading arms of a dying man.
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.
The Pie Lady, Shiann Dawson
The Yellow Porch Swing, Aimee Klein
The Yellow Porch Swing, Aimee Klein
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The smell of honeysuckle carried on a breeze the soft squeak
Trash, Eleanore Lee
Trash, Eleanore Lee
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To find where the Johnsons used to live, You have to turn up the old dirt road, Hang left, then go on past the splintered gate
Villanelle: Flood Time, Eleanore Lee
Villanelle: Flood Time, Eleanore Lee
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The skies above just opened up, hear how the torrent roars… On city streets, through parks and lots, our stains are washed away.
314 East 25th Street, On January 1st, Matthew Brennan
314 East 25th Street, On January 1st, Matthew Brennan
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It’s moving day—the sun glimmers as dimly as Venus in the morning sky.
Tuesday Night, Amber Thompson
Tuesday Night, Amber Thompson
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The coppery softness of cinnamon sticks to my fingers.
I Remember Rodney, David Vancil
The Patience Of Trees, Jill Jones
The Patience Of Trees, Jill Jones
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We compare ourselves to trees, Draw analogies and metaphors for human experience
The Valley, Sheila Cohlmia
The Skaters, Matthew Brennan
The Skaters, Matthew Brennan
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As in a winter scene of the Flemish Masters, Skaters glide like swans across the surface Of Lake of the Isles
Heterochromia, John Tavares
Heterochromia, John Tavares
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This short fiction, with a dystopic vision, is set in a future Toronto, devastated by social unrest and a nuclear disaster, while the action of the story explores a retired librarian’s conflict with a repressive censorship authority.
For Joe Conley, Ike Godsey On The Waltons 1928-2013, David Vancil
For Joe Conley, Ike Godsey On The Waltons 1928-2013, David Vancil
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In your favorite episode, you are past your prime
Petticoat In The Navy: My Mother's War, Sheila A. Murphy
Petticoat In The Navy: My Mother's War, Sheila A. Murphy
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In 1918 Julia Lehan, age nineteen, lives in Roxbury
The Ymca, Cal Castle
Qwerty, James E. Fowler
Big, James E. Fowler
Contributors, Westview Staff
Stitch-By-Stitch, Katacha Diaz
Stitch-By-Stitch, Katacha Diaz
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Many years ago while on vacation in Santa Fe, New Mexico, I decided to take an early morning stroll in the city’s art district.
In The Pacific: A Wwii Photograph, David Vancil
In The Pacific: A Wwii Photograph, David Vancil
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In the black and white snapshot, my father and my uncle, sweaty from volleyball, stand side-by-side
My Father's Wars, Sheila A. Murphy
My Father's Wars, Sheila A. Murphy
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Longer now than sixty years ago, dying in a veterans’ hospital, committed by my mother
Well Of Despair, Sarah Brown Weitzman