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Palden Gyatso Comes To Town, Anne Hanley

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I always go to hear

Tibetan monks

Even though

I cannot understand

Their words.

St. Viggo, Karina Fuentes

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Helen nearly suffocates me the night before the exhibit. She's walking

around on her heels, big cotton puffs between her calloused toes,

when she stumbles and falls on my head, which is stuffed beneath a

pillow. "I'll never sleep again," I groan.

My Grandmother's Slops Bucket, David Thornbrugh

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My grandmother kept a slops bucket

behind a curtain of blue-flowered calico cloth

tacked over the bottom shelf in her kitchen pantry,

After Hearing There Are Only 7,000 Stars Visible To The Naked Eye, Charles Rafferty

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With its better eyes, does the housecat

cry beneath the majesty

of 70,000 stars?

Owl, Joe Survant

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The owl glides in

on secret wings,

silent as a leaf flush.

He knows the quick

motives of chipmunks,

the intimacy of mice.

Workout, Dave Evans

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From my lofty indoor bike seat,

facing a bay window, I see a real fly

caught in a metaphorical Lake Michigan

The Red Chiffon, J.T. Ledbetter

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Sleep wouldn't come, and the valium did nothing,

so he looked through the window at the man next door watching television,

his wife gone to bed after changing him.

Then he closed his eyes and listened to cars racing on Market

come back slower, looking for girls.

The Boys Of Night Winter, Paul Sohar

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Their puffy winter jackets lifting their

faces high above the horizon

the boys troop in from the snow

A Persistent Error, Dorinda Clifton

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My-Hundred-Year-Old Window

I live on the second floor of an old building. One room, one window. Having only one window keeps me focused on the life I can see within its perimeter.

The Wounded, Dave Cappella

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The one-legged pigeon understands

the loneliness of the man.

Hobbling under the patio table

behind a chair, the bird waits

for a morsel from the stranger.

The Hills Of Laura, Billy Lombardo

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It is true that I hated Hucker Norton. But I did not mean to crush his thumb.

He wasn't one of us, really. Even his name told you he was from some other place. We were Petey and Tommy and Davy and Matty, and he was Hucker.

What Isn't Anchored, Mark Brazaitis

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I confessed I was drifting from you.

Days later, your hand in mine,

you reminded me, in hopeful mockery,

of what I'd said.

When The Music Stops, Tony Leuzzi

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The sequined queen of sass says not on your life

Look Now, Charlotte Mandel

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Bronze oak leaves like cupped hands

offer rainwater

The Present, Fred Muratori

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It's taken all our lives to get here,

and the consciousness of that

is like a pause. But we

The @'S Of Your %'S, Ken Fifer

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The : )'s in my e-mail remind me how

our actual lives are also composed

of punctuation, and of punctuation's

Mother's Skeleton, Audrey Doire

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I was sixteen when she

told me I wasn't her first.

An Innocent Heart, Catherine Harris

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I lived in a share house then, with embossed gold paisley wallpaper in the living room and rising damp in the hall.

Another Life, Kenneth Pobo

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Shirley MacLaine claims she

made it with Charlemagne.

Still Life, Brian Arundel

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We live a few hundred yards from a drive-in theater at the end of a dead end street on the edge of a small Virginia town called Spotsylvania that people only pass through on their way to someplace else.

When Quoddy Head Falls Into The Sea, Karl Foss

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It does not mean the world is about to end.

Go inland, where the black of water and sky separate.

The Tooth Fairy, Charles Harper Webb

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What would a fairy want with all those teeth?

Our Americano, Denise Duhamel

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An apple pie Americano -- attaboy! -- got the ax for being asleep

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Daylight Savings, Charles Harper Webb

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The body wakes at erstwhile 7:00

Solitaire, Priscilla Atkins

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The computer version

leaves me cold

I want the slippery

What Happens To Kurt Cobain, William Snyder Jr.

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Courtney Love carries Kurt Cobain's ashes on the jets she flies in.

Rope Dancers, Jessica Newton

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When you walk a tightrope you have to think of it as getting across the first third, then the second third, which makes it the last third a piece of cake