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THE ABDUCTION | INSIGHT | THE FOUNTAIN
The falcon, which he’s just bought, at his cheek,
Kuno Raeber
Milkweed Lullaby and Radio Lullaby
The days were endless,
Cynthia Cruz
Two Poems
Sometimes the mist our mothers walk through
Sara London
Fox and Piñata
I saw my first movie
Andrea Cohen
Indelible
Having worn myself out naming Bewick's wren,
Michael Broek
Two Poems
If this gray house where I live, house
Martha Collins
SELF PORTRAIT IN THE BACKYARD AS MOTHER
Tulip-bellied, fists full of weeds, the baby shuffles over the wet grass,
Nicole Cooley
The Little Engine
He is not an engine that could. Busted up, broken and backward, call him “fucked-up,”
Rebecca Cook
Shame
Why did I want a Queen Conch shell
Sandy Solomon
Midsummer Paralysis
A nerve was severed in my jaw—I remember numbness.
Patricia Clark
The Barn
No one just Mary
Frannie Lindsay
Hiroshima Bomb
Confetti spirals flutter into dark green.
Lawrence Matsuda
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