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Luke's Dad, Cari Oleskewicz

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Ellen needs a drink, and wants to slap her sister for suggesting a fountain soda at the food court.

War Story, Brian Taylor

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A barrage of bullets sprays through the air,

crossing the battlefield as the enemy pushes forward.

Nancy Underwood, Mitch Lescarbeau

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Or it may have been Susan.

Second grade; 1958--

Drownproofing, Tom Chandler

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Just cup your hands

and peel back

water like sky.

Rhetor, Dennis Saleh

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"Words fail me." Why read further then?

Well, because you see the words do continue,

At The Eye Doctor's, Stephen R. Roberts

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The doctor asks me to read

the eye chart, line five.

I think it begins with D

Mommy What Is War For?, Ellen

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One rainy day some people get scared

spill drips of innuendos

Where The Grass Is Greener, Paul Sohar

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Although very little of the late April sunshine actually wedged itself down to the pavement, the narrow streets of lower Manhattan

Zoot: A Rondel, Philip Dacey

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In '42, Los Angeles banned the zoot suit.

Crime came woven into the clothes some wore.

Curly*, Nora Barry

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He sits on the ground his long hair flowing in the breeze. Beside him is the burial scaffold of his child.

Alzheimer's, Theadora Siranian

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At night an ancient giant with smooth blue skin

pulls the stopper from the bottom of the world,

The Man Who Shoots Stop Signs, William Jolliff

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Standing alone on a dark road, maybe he believes

the new ones are virgins, too hard to resist.

The Fishing Trip, David Dragone

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The waves came up on shore, speaking in tongues

While I waited for the ocean's pitched language

The Madness Of Ida Mae, Christine Bagley

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I stood in line at Stop & Shop in my Liz Taylor wig and a tight yellow pantsuit that pulled across my fanny like an ace bandage.

Learning To Shoot At Things That Moved, Rick Benjamin

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Soup-cans, tires searing in the summer

air, coke bottles so old the red rubbed

What It Takes, Lisa Starr

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All it takes is one blue rowboat tied to a buoy,

and its reflection, and this moment

Photos Of Cuteness Flash Around The World, Charles (Harper) Webb

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Owen, the rescued baby hippo, mistakes

a giant male tortoise, Mzee, for his mom.

Aunt Josie, Janet Proulx

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Favored form-fitting blouses,

pencil skirts and strappy-heeled shoes,

Foxley's Progress, Michael Washburn

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August 20, 2014

Dear Lance,

This letter has come with no return address.

Sanctuary, John Sibley Williams

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A star rests heavy on the roof.

A dozen dead birds roost in the gutters.

Yard Sale, John Streamas

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I need to say right off that I am, as you can plainly see, a white man, and I'm not either proud or ashamed of that fact,

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Neighbor Kid, Bob Davis

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Neighbor kid is so weird, that I know his name

but think of him as "neighbor kid."

Sleeping God, V. P. Loggins

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On the ninth day of creation God

Had already slept for 63 hours.

Ice, Holly Guran

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You are no companion

for this aging lover

lying in wait under snow.

Remembered, John Grey

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Years and months and days

fade into one another.

Only moments survive the chaos

Her Poems Read Like Postcards, Mark Smith

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Her poems read like postcards

scribbled at a table in a small café

Robert Howard, Richard Spilman

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Robert Howard

Robert Fucking Howard.

Wallace Robert to be exact.

Late Projection, Rick Benjamin

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My twin turns toward the camera

he's propped into the elbow

Saguaro, Dennis Saleh

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The desert night

touches the air

like the perfume

of a woman