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At 18, Your Life Opens Up, Marianna Hofer

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Sometimes, just

out of high school,

you hitchhiked to

your first boyfriend's,

Winter Sleep, M. L. Brown

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She wants to tell him

about the birch in the field,

how it darkens against the snow at dusk.

Closures, Margaret B. Ingraham

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A grandmother's death, he said, put
final parentheses around my youth.

Your family homestead is so far

away and yet the forecast is clear

Noche, Erica Goss

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for Maria De Los Santos

Once in Mulege, Jose's father drove me back

to the long beach coated with moonlight.

Redbone, Erika T. Wurth

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--for 08765-031

The first time I ever thought about stealing a train, I was eight years old.

The doors closed and Jake was alone again,

Why The Music Makes Us Cry, Paul Hostovsky

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I thought it was just me until my Aunt Hannah

said no it wasn't just me it was just

Measuring Time, Heather Hallberg Yanda

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Standing here by her

stove, I am stirring

with her spoon, measuring

It's Grief To Me, Eli Langner

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I try to make sense of it

but can only surmise

sardonically that

Fortunata, Jay Baruch

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Lawrence Wellbourne, CEO of Poultice Pharmaceuticals, announced to a roomful of vice-presidents the ominous news:

1863 Candid, Wendy Smith-Stenhouse

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If I could

I would ask you why

you looked away

when the flash chiseled pewter eyes

Don't Date Men Who Live In Mushroom Houses, Amanda Dunne

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When you brush your teeth,

I want to pull my eyes out,

place them in a Ziploc sandwich bag

Love Song, Steven Proulx

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New shirt

cotton stiff

cuffs crisp, buttoned

flush against the hands

What Was Once Intangible, Jonathan Greenhause

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One day I awoke wrapped in stars' shimmering skins

and slipped on shoes made of evening's darkness.

Fido's View Of Irony, Martha Christina

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I found the shoe under the bed

when She Who Throws Things

threw my ball. "Fetch,"

The Laughing Poet Moves On, Jim Daniels

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She laughed quickly, not with you

or at you. She laughed

in her own universe of fizz and whirl.

What The Raven Said, Barbara Crooker

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as he balanced on a branch of Douglas fir,

was that it's dark under the stars, the planet

Slow Change, Rane Arroyo

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I thought, it's done, I'm out.

My father died, the women in

Butterflies And Honey, B. Z. Niditch

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You keep your voice

shivering in the blue sun

butterflies and honey

Between Us There Are More And More Things, Becky Kennedy

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Frying bacon in the morning

every morning washing dishes in a place

where I see trees

Terrible Twos, Charles Harper Webb

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O God of Mercy, drop me in the sea.

Turn my feet into propellers; my chest,

The Walnut, David Cappella

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Consider the walnut

its crenellation, its meat

like a miniature human brain

Dragonflies On The Stairs, Gary Pedler

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It was the only Victorian left on the block. On either side stood apartment buildings, one from the turn of the last century, the other from the nineteen eighties, both nondescript in different ways.

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Fugitive Day, Ellen Prentiss Cambell

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Yonder Hills it was called then, and still is now, after the first line from an old hymn my grandmother used to sing, "Yonder Hills are very Fair."

The Third Of May, 1808, At Madrid: The Shootings On Principe Pio Mountain, Oil On Canvas, 1814, Ravi Shankar

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When they come for you, Cossack-capped,

in lockstep, carrying the black eye of death

against their shoulders, how will you react?

Worms, Gary Guinn

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At the wine and cheese party for the clinic staff, John described his worm farm to Doctor Miles.

Elegy For The Residents Of The Niagara Apartments, Ken Meisel

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I

Because there are stories too disturbing to retell

I have to first talk about the field of yellow flowers

Compost, Ravi Shankar

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Filling a tarp full of spindled elm leaves

that cling and loosen in wake of dragging

For Chance, Keep Beauty Warm, Nancy Lee Craven

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Keep truth ardent, fresh and limber

protect it by finding it in lowly places

and leave it there--

The Agreement, Lewis Schrager

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When the shooting starts, the tourists stay home. No tourists, no business--Mamoun Aboulafia knew the situation all too well.