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Sister Wigberta, Thomas Dorsett

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Dad hanging onto the pier
after his ship has sailed on

It's For Sale, But I'M Keeping It, Sean Loughran

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This car is a money pit. I can't stand it. I keep
spending thousands of dollars of hard earned
cash to keep it running but all I'm getting out

A Fitting Memorial, Roger D. Hicks

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Ballard had already been sitting on the store porch more than an hour before Ep left his house across the creek for their regular morning conversation.

Why Should We?, Don Kunz

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Death addresses its invitation
In bold black block letters,
And will honor no regrets.

The Fall, Peter Schmitt

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I could forget, in time, how a half-minute
sooner and I might be running in the rain
across the parking lot, catching his shoulders;

Junkyard, Susan Boehm

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In a junkyard
piled with the rusting machinery

Goodbye, Apostrophe, Peter Schmitt

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Goodbye, apostrophe--
you were barely hanging on

Bamboo, Kerry Jones

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Alice Tran was sitting in the lobby area just outside my office, waiting for me, a large paper bag on the chair beside her, her feet dangling from the chair she occupied.

The Barber's Chair, Kevin Power

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The shallow mockery goes back and forth
like a hollow ping pong ball of conversation

And Another Thing, Ruth Holzer

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she used to bark
was that I looked

Out Of The Limelight, David James

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Maybe it's my dislike for coconut,
my aversion to horror movies.

Ruffled Feathers, Murzban F. Shroff

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It was one of the finest buildings in South Mumbai

6802 Bayfield Ave. Arverne, New York, Brennan D'Elena

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He lights a cigarette and keeps
his hand steady on the wheel.

Confession, Brian Daldorph

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I don't have much to confess, actually.
I only sinned a few times, didn't like it--

One Survived, Shelley Joy

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He shoves the only cash he has at the Amtrak desk clerk.

Oui, Dennis Trudell

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It is raining in Paris,
and a thin woman takes off her clothes

Strolling In Guangzhou, Stephen C. Behrendt

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It's afternoon in Guangzhou
and I'm out with Maia,

Water Stone, Matthew J. Spireng

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A small translucent stone with water a million years old
trapped inside like a bubble, a liquid core purer, we think,

Where The Light Enters, Michael Pikna

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Max knocked lightly on Celia's door.

The Moon's Old Glory, David Dragone

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Overrated, exaggerated
The crescent hangs, worn-out

Game 5 Of The 2015 World Series (Pitcher Perfect Through 8 Innings), Frank De Canio

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"Call no man happy till after his death,"
Montaigne wrote. If, Harvey had died before

Let Wind, Timothy Clutter

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Let wind be the day-old toy
of a thoughtless god who can't
recall where he left it.

Iron Box, Emily Sheehan

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Was the sun shining when you stepped out into the world today?

Dresden, Robert Kostuck

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The mockingbird song is familiar, something from childhood; maybe a nursery rhyme buried in the deepest part of my memories.

Precipitate, Erin Redfern

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He had it in the bag.

He could have drawn

the string.

Inherent Vice, Brennan D'Elena

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The sun sets, pages age, leaves wither away.

Glass shatters, candy melts, eggs break, ponds dry.

Monastery, Marc Harshman

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Inside the cloistered quiet the men dug vegetables

and listened for God

Growing Up, Worlds Apart (August -- December 2014), Daniel A. Harris

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"What I didn't understand," you replied

as we talked of our first contacts with blacks,

Message Status, David Shrauger

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Sam awoke with a smile, just like he did every day.

He brushed his teeth with a smile,

Omaha Beach, Jon Malchiodi

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My only friend Bill sits beside me.

He smells like booze and is burning,