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What Was Once Intangible, Jonathan Greenhause

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One day I awoke wrapped in stars' shimmering skins

and slipped on shoes made of evening's darkness.

Why The Music Makes Us Cry, Paul Hostovsky

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I thought it was just me until my Aunt Hannah

said no it wasn't just me it was just

It's Grief To Me, Eli Langner

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I try to make sense of it

but can only surmise

sardonically that

Debriefing, Yvonne Sapia

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You confess all. Even the truth.

You recount what you dread. Exile.

The face of disbelief. The fear

Measuring Time, Heather Hallberg Yanda

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Standing here by her

stove, I am stirring

with her spoon, measuring

Constellation, Janet Mccann

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The sky was full

of bears and warriors,

God put them there.

They wheeled over us,

The Chess Game, James Damron

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I turn from my work to see them

Indian princesses in long gowns

Lying softly on the grass

The Thirteenth Colony, Jéanpaul Ferro

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The morning had been like a mirage:

a green twilight along Kennedy Plaza after the show,

1863 Candid, Wendy Smith-Stenhouse

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If I could

I would ask you why

you looked away

when the flash chiseled pewter eyes

Love Song, Steven Proulx

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New shirt

cotton stiff

cuffs crisp, buttoned

flush against the hands

Don't Date Men Who Live In Mushroom Houses, Amanda Dunne

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When you brush your teeth,

I want to pull my eyes out,

place them in a Ziploc sandwich bag

The Shower, William Baer

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"Younger than springtime," she sings, fading

in and out, for nearly a half an hour,

Tearing Down The Depot, Patrick Carrington

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It's one of those days that's no damn good

from the start. You drop the toast

How The Metaphor Becomes You, John Azrak

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and is becoming, (no matter your where-

abouts), starts with the handsome

blanket you brought home from Santa Fe;

Mount Everest, Falling, Charles Webb

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Three times before, her father'd pounded

9-1-1 in time to bring a team to pump

Letter To Borgstrom In Stone, Fredrick Zydek

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Dear Kurt: If what the Hindus and Buddhists say

is true, everything that makes the universe tick

A Salutation, Not An Embrace, Lois Marie Harrod

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Knowledge is not eating, and we cannot expect to devour and possess what we mean. Knowledge is recognition of something absent; it is a salutation, not an embrace.

--George Santayana

Those moments when everything

slips away, perhaps

Fido's View Of Irony, Martha Christina

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I found the shoe under the bed

when She Who Throws Things

threw my ball. "Fetch,"

Like The Man Who Fell In Love With Jesus, Erica Goss

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I want to live in a

body that quakes, I want

someone's fingers to press

At 18, Your Life Opens Up, Marianna Hofer

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Sometimes, just

out of high school,

you hitchhiked to

your first boyfriend's,

The Laughing Poet Moves On, Jim Daniels

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She laughed quickly, not with you

or at you. She laughed

in her own universe of fizz and whirl.

Winter Sleep, M. L. Brown

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She wants to tell him

about the birch in the field,

how it darkens against the snow at dusk.

Closures, Margaret B. Ingraham

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A grandmother's death, he said, put
final parentheses around my youth.

Your family homestead is so far

away and yet the forecast is clear

Noche, Erica Goss

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for Maria De Los Santos

Once in Mulege, Jose's father drove me back

to the long beach coated with moonlight.

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Maho Bay, Near The Astrologer's Table, Lyn Lifshin

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yellow bird on

the table, two

curious lizards

What The Raven Said, Barbara Crooker

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as he balanced on a branch of Douglas fir,

was that it's dark under the stars, the planet

Slow Change, Rane Arroyo

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I thought, it's done, I'm out.

My father died, the women in

Untitled, Sudie Nostrand

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This is Penelope speaking.

You tell me

you've killed a big man

with one eye

Butterflies And Honey, B. Z. Niditch

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You keep your voice

shivering in the blue sun

butterflies and honey