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HOUSEKEEPING: Frida’s Future Kiss
After the palm reader told her no man would ever claim her,
Lois P. Jones
Ever Wish We’d Gone Beyond Being Friends? and My Auto Dealership
You asked. I’m remembering the vacation island
Scott Withiam
Rubbish Heap translated by Sasha Dugdale
I haven’t the strength to sing of you, resplendent rubbish heap!
Elena Shvarts
PULSE
Showers of snow geese.
Margo Berdeshevsky
Boots and Bayonet
My platoon a loose group cross-legged
Karen Skolfield
Even the Gun Does Not Want to be a Gun
It denies the polish
Juan Felipe Herrera
It’s 3 A.M., Winter, and Nine Miles from Truckee
and nobody better than I to tell you about
Suzanne Lummis
Not the Way it Was
Today I overheard a conversation
Leonard Kress
Plait
When I first knotted my hair against the coming of winter, I had grown tired of playing jacks and didn’t yet find boys
Carrie Etter
Prayer Written on a Wide Veranda on a Comfortable Couch in Sewanee, TN
If prayer requires an audience that is divine
Rebecca Aronson
CONCRETE
Entry was easy
Arthur Vogelsang
THE WHITE ROAD
I am walking along the dazzling ruin of a road I knew
Daniel Tobin
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