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Three Long Years
it takes to train a sheepdog. Not all are candidates, the culling starts early.
Sarah Dunphy-Lelii
THE FLOWER AT THE END OF THE WORLD
It was a 1954 Ford pickup truck that stopped
T.R. Hummer
Three Poems
It was a beauty, made by the Hmong in Laos
Julie Bruck
Spam Risk
It was always a risk.
Carol Muske-Dukes
Twelve Wings & Mother of the Holy Hope
It was difficult to get a nurse.
Kelle Groom
A MORAL VICTORY IS STILL A DEFEAT
It was late in the year and late in the day,
Jay Hopler
It was never he, | One might say I’ve fulfilled the miserable obligation of constructing myself.
It was never he,
Santiago Vizcaíno
First Wedding
It was one of those days when not even the bland sun
Diane K. Martin
Somewhere in Eastern Europe
It was the year the townsfolk
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
Song
It wasn’t a goat’s head swaying in the tree. It was a ferret
Nicole Callihan
Bedtime Story
It wasn’t only my father who believed in the romanticism of war
Bruce Cohen
IT IS STILL BEAUTIFUL TO HEAR THE HEART BEAT*
It's 3 AM. The crows on one leg or none are already starving for infant nests. A few leaves hang on
Margo Berdeshevsky
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