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North Korea Threatens To End Talks, Test Missile, Ace Boggess

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Westerners point fingers;
Japanese wave their arms

Swell, Gary Maggio

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If
all he could move were
his eyes

Study/Leaves, Leonard Gontarek

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I once understood it.
It was something you scraped off.

The Mad Girl Can't Bear Change, Lyn Lifshin

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In a year where
that's all there is.

Nighthawk Falls, Dusk The Opalescent River, Adirondacks, Richard Bentley

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Just before he awoke, Netherwood, the art historian, was mixing on his palette with a number five brush a shade of mauve whose color symbolized both complexity and distance.

Homage To The Furies, Sean Padraic Mccarthy

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They were putting in pipes for sewerage.

May Day, Ken Mccullough

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It happens when I feel myself
turning into a cottonwood

Selling To The Goyim, J. Weintraub

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It is my firm belief that the blood of generations of salesmen flows through my veins and that, at least on my father's side, peddlers, pitchmen, hucksters, drummers, horsetraders, and merchant princes have been in my family since the days of Solomon.

Flush, David Jauss

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My father didn't throw the hammer at me,
just toward me. I told myself it didn't hurt

Judging, Gordon Graves

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Old Dance Cameron looked over the rude plywood and the 2x4 structure that held the floral exhibits.

Tremors, David Jauss

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The night I heard you have Parkinson's
I dreamed I was walking through the meadow

Lessons, Ronald Thorpe

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I cannot remember
a day when I did not think
about dying.

School Spirit, J. Tarwood

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Has anybody here ever cheered
A high school quarterback

Frog Legs, Robert Samarotto

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They lie on my plate
like dismembered Barbie Dolls.

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The Middle Years, Walt Mcdonald

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Planning a family, we thought heaven would be
four collie pups, two acres without a fence

"Tiny, Delicate Fishbones...", Peggy Lin Duthie

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Some January days, every scrap of sky
sparkles needle-sharp blue and clean

The Gerbils, Rustin Larson

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Happily busy in the middle of the night
Destroying their cardboard tube. To sleep

On The Horizon, Bill Sweeney

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Girls measure their shadows across a tiny courtyard;
above, telephone lines, aerials, antenna

Walking Home From The Cemetery, Peggy Lin Duthie

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I dreamed that corpses did not rot
but recomposed, chose new disguise:

The Letter Carrier, Ronald Thorpe

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Who understood him? Not his brothers.
His father's love had been drained away

The Nazi, Baron Wormser

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I can't remember who played the Nazi
But his face thrummed like glass in summer sun.

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The Last Block Party, Bud Johnson

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The sun is setting over the deserted soccer field near the burial mound.

In The New Guinea Highlands, John Grey

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I can't get over the belief

that the simplest people always know more;

Superior, Ryan Guth

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These pine-dark

shores are seventy

thousand years old

Lesson One, Janet Proulx

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All winter long

Sister Mary Julian would enter the classroom,

Post-Freudian Dreaming, Richard N. Bentley

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I had a dream Tuesday night in which I was either attending a lecture

Junior College, J. Tarwood

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All my friends had gone off

As if each had found a fate.

Leavetaking, Janet Proulx

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As I leave the nursing home where my mother now lives