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Darwinian, Jennifer Tappenden

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The first cry divides
itself from happiness

Problema Ng Makata Sa Panahon Ng Terorismo/The Problem Of The Poet In A Time Of Terrorism, E. San Juan, Jr.

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Nangungulila Tila luho't karangyaan

Airport, Alex Russo

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a universe of utter transience connects people
moving in every direction like twelve thousand

Intrigue, Dennis Saleh

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In a conspiracy
of sky

Sanctum, Robert Mcguill

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The places where water comes together

with other water. Those places stand out

in my mind like holy places.

--Raymond Carver

Water. Crashing. Thundering down the boulders.

The White Hydrangeas, Larry O'Brien

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You notice them first while getting the mail,

in the airless heat of an August noon,

Life On Mars, Eileen Russell

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Chapter One

I knew I'd barely survive an eight-hundred mile road trip with Bill and Fran, from the tip of Florida's peninsula

Come To Bed, Geoffrey Jarok

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It's a sad day for woman.

She sees dreams,

Like a debtor looks at bills.

Go Gentle Into That Good Night (After Dylan Thomas), Bart Edelman

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Please, please, go gentle into that good night,

Old age should never burn at close of day;

The Swings On Crane Avenue, Parker Williams

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He loved them,

would sit there for hours and dream about flying,

Apple For Your Thought Processes?, Eric Cisternelli

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Like hundreds of flies to a carcass

Sacrificing money at an altar,

C. Bowen, Plumber, Paul Hostovsky

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I like this guy

before we even meet.

He's the only one

Moon Rise, John P. Kristofco

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when colors and their implications fade

into the twist of trees,

The Referee, David Alan Goldstein

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Martin Abramson believed that very small, innocuous and seemly trivial acts were the key

Miss Mercy, C. Sanchez-Garcia

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"How does it feel, where you are?"

"It's okay. You keep it cool in here."

Shells, Barbara Mackay

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today I walk a sullen beach

its sand a deep gray

had it once been white

Weather Wins, Francine Witte

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It always does. Big blow

from the latest tornado?

That's just nature clearing

Who Is We?, Kevin Mcintosh

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Patrick Lynch is passing back personal narratives to his second period. He used to call them memoirs,

Junior Munson Does The Long Haul, Elton Glaser

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I like to start my mornings

Sunnyside up at a truckstop,

What Jupiter Knows, Wendy Smith-Stenhouse

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Thing is... Nobody cares less about me missing the Junior Spring Fling than me. But Blaine, with his beer stink and lolling eyeballs,

Fountain, Josh Wardrip

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In those days I would take the #3 downtown where I spent my afternoons having lunch at one of the little diners

My Son Dreams That, As We Fished For Pumpkinseeds, A Shark Ate Me, Charles Harper Webb

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Did I hook the shark, and it yanked me in?

Did it leap, and pluck me off the pier?

Small Blue Butterflies, Buff Whitman-Bradley

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On a walk around the lake

I pause to watch three small blue butterflies

Weathertalk, Korkut Onaran

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A darkwhite sky

with a touch of semantic confusion

and the day spreads like

a sheet between the city

Surabaya Animal Market, David Pinault

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In loving memory of

Paul George Pinault

1947 - 2011

The trim lancet window with the elegantly etched lettering

Mozart, B. Z. Niditch

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You came to me

early

like butterflies

in my secret universe,

New York Symphony, Ed Galing

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It was a drab brownstone

Tenement house we lived in

When I was growing up

Going-Away Party, Elton Glaser

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Inside the white envelope, I find

An invitation to my death.

You can steam off the stamps,

Rebel In A Plaid Skirt, Janet Proulx

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She moved robotically through junior high

learned by rote, kept imagination in check,

The Propensity For Monologue, John Sibley Williams

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I'd like to be a sparrow,

bring new morning

each time I speak.