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GETTING READY THE HOUSE | THEY ARE MOVING ALONG
My friend goes to visit his grave
Affonso Romano Sant’Anna
Wrapped in Paper and String
Monsters crawl in our brains,
Terese Svoboda
Mother Doesn’t Bite
I bite instead and she needs salt,
Terese Svoboda
A Wedding in the Hotel
Sorry, the dining room’s closed:
Chase Twichell
CALLING BACK | CHARITY
My daughter sings in snow falling through the scent of red oak or ash, some of the flakes large enough to contain passages from Emily Dickinson’s letters.
Steven Cramer
GIVING HER 100%
There is a world where
Max Ritvo
I’m Nothing
close to a Zen scholar,
Christopher Buckley
RETURN OF THE HERO
So they brought in a bird for him,
Brian Swann
As So Often Happens | Twenty-two Years Later
As so often happens, in the middle
Jessica Greenbaum
AFTER A FUNERAL
After the service and reception hour
Ted Kooser
Idea for a Screenplay *
A man sits on his porch and reads aloud to the yard, to some plants and to some birds, his feelings of paranoia, anger
Michael Earl Craig
Sieverts and Joules | Plate 136 Butter Lamp With Moths
Maybe there’s a new way to be nuclear, not using rods with their troublesome impermanent cladding, their
Sally Ball
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