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The Charleston Church Massacre, David Dragone

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The reporter with perfect hair and perfect teeth

asked Mrs. Tragedy how she felt

now that her innocent son had been gunned down in church.

A Litany For Tender Mercies And Tougher Meats, Sean Gill

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"Reebs, chicken, poke chop, slice beef, chop beef, turkey laig, links, baked pohtatah, boot ann, bolo,

Grounded, Marilyn Ringer

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From the pavement

of the small-town

parking lot I watch

Father's 86th Birthday, Douglas K. Currier

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He wonders why he should go another year.

He can barely walk; he can't grip with his hands

Elegy For Galway Kinnell, David O'Connell

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November, the first snowfall, a confectionary sugar,

is turning now to sleet, the evening's tempo quickening

Funky Fresh, Ryan Girard

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Warm lights flash

Scuffs of roller skates litter the dance floor

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.

This Man's Life, Brian Daldorph

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If only for a short time

a man has all that he wants:

Escape, Dolores Redfearn

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Mambo sounds provoke the silence, waking the sleepwalkers in the street below.

Laundry, Will Walker

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It's what separates us from the beasts.

Plato did not say I only wear

the idea of laundry;

Laundromat, Sheila Golburgh Johnson

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Out of the washer

endlessly swirling,

damp and wrinkled

and knotted from harsh

With Birds Flying Below Her, Patricia O'Donnell

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Where Muriel wants to be is sitting on a terrace, one on a mountain with a view of the ocean.

A Fifth Of Old Crow, Mitch Lescarbeau

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Feathers black as an undertaker's wingtips,

he struts resplendent with a monocle and a walking stick

Monastery, Marc Harshman

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Inside the cloistered quiet the men dug vegetables

and listened for God

The Man Who Will Perform My Colonoscopy, Charles Harper Webb

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As I slouch in the shower, drained by fear

and laxatives, does he look forward to a day

Love Match, Ann Robinson

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Beast with cufflinks and condoms,

studmuffin with biceps a woman could climb,

Older Brother, Thomas A. West, Jr.

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As a child I wondered

what the lobster saw in the last second

before it flopped twisting into boiling

The Higher Faith, Elton Glaser

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New Orleans, August 2005

When the floodwaters licked at our ankles

And wind prowled around the house,

Whistler's Mother, Lisa Starr

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"Why I are you whistling?" I ask.

Have I been? He replies.

Is it annoying?

The Dictionary, Ace Boggess

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I keep a dictionary by my bed
in case a word is spoken when I dream

Lavender Bride, Robert Kostuck

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Svetlana and Valery at the late edge of a summer weekend, aligned vacations, rented bicycles, wool sweaters, damp air spilled inland from the half-empty beaches.

Hitler Stamp, Paul Hostovsky

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I traded ten triangular
Mongolian stamps for Hitler,

This And That (For Coleman Barks, October, 2008), Lisa Starr

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A while back you said, You know, one of these days
you're gonna have to write that poem about that deer,

Ginger, Charles Butterfield

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After Sam's truck clears the hill, all Lucius hears is the cooing of wild pigeons in the cavernous haymow.

A Bad Sandstorm, Sheryl L. Nelms

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"We all
saw it coming

In Praise Of Cowards, William Jolliff

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No brave man could ever imagine
how much a coward can tolerate

Bayou Mirror, Iris Litt

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At first on the island
I gushed my amazement

Lethal Injection, David Dragone

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It didn't matter where you stood--
It was the way they botched his killing

Gerstler's Triumphant Return (1972), Julie Zuckerman

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Sitting among the malodorous teenagers--boys ripe with day-old sweat, girls thick on jasmine scents--Jeremiah Gerstler tried to check his mounting vexation.

Nothing At All, Ali Morreale

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You sit and you look at all the strange faces,
on the bus that drives you not far.