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I Traveled South, Janet Jennings

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We drove to the coast to sip Black Russians. Cream swirled in an ice-
black sea. My name changed every day.

Young Boy Riding The Wave Of Desire Out Of This Poem, Ken Meisel

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The young boy who is about ten years old and sitting on the front step of a burned house and bouncing a small rubber ball on the charred garbage strewn sidewalk

We Are All Boot Makers To Kings, Matt Ross

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I praise the justice,
Raise my hands to the sky,

The Waves, Jéanpaul Ferro

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In the afternoon, when the sky
is almost out of sun,

Hartford Circus Fire (1944), John Surowiecki

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All we were told was that the animals
were saved and the children died;

Instructions, Geri Rosenzweig

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Before you fit me into a pine box and
lower me into the ground to the chant

Girls, Linsey Morse

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learn at very young ages
that outer beauty is the water--

Bridge Of Sighs, Don Kunz

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One wrong turn
(For which Venice is famous)

Lyme Tick, Mitch Lescarbeau

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Through the porch screen of the makeshift sickroom
the patient boats in the cove

Gone Too Soon, Nancy Lee Craven

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You left, I think, under the burden of heavy judgment,
Or grief too difficult to bear. I do not know, but I would like to,

Parsimonious, Paul Hostovsky

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I remember the first time I looked it up--
I was a sophomore--Michael

Leonard On The Farm, Jack Cooper

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He had less than a dozen teeth,
wore shoes with ten years of pigshit

Neruda's Day, B. Z. Niditch

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With your splintered voice

charred from sand pits

you survey a wakening sun

Brimming, Shane Alan Noecker

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Before the alarm went off, they heard a truck door slam on the street below.

Joints And Connectors, Rachel Eve Moulton

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Edward Rudolph Schakowsky III was a freshman and forever late to school.

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

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,

Virus, Ewa Bronowicz

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"Language is a virus, and she infected me," he said and looked away, as if not interested in the effect his words would have on us.

La Révolution De Ventôse, Bayard Godsave

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Time loves only those it has given birth to itself...

--Vasily Grossman

I have read about the neutron bombs. In the books there are diagrams of radiation waves, tipped with arrowheads,

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

What You Have, Laura Hogan

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He comes home wearing your husband's face, spreads his arms wide and calls, "Honey, I'm home."

Fishing Penny, Ryan Habermeyer

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Penny used three fingers to wedge the last moon pie into her mouth. I had sore fingers from feeding her all night.

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

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