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Jan 19
Nancy Jean Hill
The Hawk One morning, after eating bacon and eggs, I saw a red-tailed hawk swipe—such a blur— a mourning dove from underneath our feeder....
Jan 17
Susan Michele Coronel
A Long Needle Was Inserted into My Belly to Extract the Truth Dear Son, It took a week to know your gender & a week more to find out if...
Jan 17
Jill Barrie
Gephyrophobia In Memory of Patricia A. Casson On the approach I’d note the slim strands of steel that kept them afloat, remember the Bay...
Jan 17
Prairie Moon Dalton
Communion I’m a mosquito’s first choice— in July dusk you can find me scratching myself raw, using my thumbnail to press a cross into...
Jan 17
Meredith MacLeod Davidson
About A Funeral I. Prologue Mom had a shoulder injury or something unresolved with Nana—not sure. They gave her painkillers but she said...
Jan 17
Deidra Greenleaf Allan
Walt Whitman Speaks Out on Behalf of Dead Poets Regarding Appropriate Memorials Opened in 1957, the Walt Whitman Bridge spans the...
Jan 17
Suzanne Langlois
Rehearsal While waiting for sleep to come and lie beside me, I set a stage in my head and compose a whole alternate story leading to a...
Jan 17
Michael Daley
One October in the West Written on a glossy postcard for a niece’s birthday Just yesterday, I remembered you were born in Massachusetts...
Jan 17
Kiyoshi Hirawa
Malodorous I wonder what your hands do when they’re not hitting me. Do they punch little ships into bottles, slap stamps into albums,...
Jan 17
Jeff Friedman and Meg Pokrass
Fruit Season When I called my girlfriend, lover, she said, “What do you mean by that?” I sat on our new peach colored sofa, thinking...
Jan 17
David Weiss
A View of the View What I can see from here isn’t much — the jutting out brick wall of the house and a narrow strip of the horse’s...
Jan 17
Mary Fister
Warm-Up Round Each day at dusk I watch birds gather, bristle tops of limbs on the pasture’s western edge. They land farther south each...
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