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St. Bonaventure and Spring Birthday Romance
Merton’s last stop in the world
Frances Richey
Wool Cap
Flip is coming for dinner, I hear his car driving past the house.
A.L. Snijders
Photographs, 1949 | Retiree
In one, they pose, grinning straight at the Kodak,
Sydney Lea
Abbatoir Time
The widower pushed the tailgate shut and fell.
Sydney Lea
FISHERMAN, 50 B.C.
What else would I do on the river
Benno Barnard
For the Child Molester
Let him sleep right through it—
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
the kitchen song
so strong a wind
Zhu Zhu
Bending Truth to Advantage
From Robert Lowell’s poem “Those Before Us,” these final lines: “Pardon them for existing.
Scott Withiam
Mourning and Melancholia
If I had two dogs,
Debora Lidov
Grave
Over the grave the bird will
Kuno Raeber
A WOMAN I KNEW ATE FIRE FOR BREAKFAST
And the light would tattoo itself across her mouth
Susan Rich
In Search of Grace
With slush to ground the Erie trees
Lisa Rose Bradford
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