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Another Mother-to-Son by Rikki Santer

How can I spur you to nudge your mind away from the brink, what festers in your deep, the getting even, the dark refusal, your brittle archive of human failings, your scream of consciousness—Look, see that dippers candy cake...

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Macaw by Rikki Santer

Auntie favored the paradox of captivity. She liked when her macaw scuttled across waxed mahogany to share morsels of berries, peaches, raisins she gripped with arthritic fingers to place in a circle around him. Who’s my baby?...

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Outside of Town by Ann Howells

In the alley behind an abandoned Kroger boys scrawl sentiments on the graffitied wall Broom sage and cactus poke through broken cement and oil-stained gravel Shattered plastics glitter like agates discarded condoms lie like...

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Poem for January by Ann Howells

frozen rain or sleet           tink tink tinks like grains of rice           or pearls relinquished           one by one from a strand all day I remain           in pajamas as sleet           falsifies snowfall dogs leave      ...

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ODALISQUE BY DEBORAH ANN PERCY

  “I don’t want to play soccer this year,” Charlie told his father, who coached the team.   “Why not?”   “Because I don’t like soccer.”   “But you signed up again last year. You’ve played for two years.”   “But last year I...

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Engine Noise by Rick McKenzie

All of you will know that I am speeding past you. You’ll know all that I want you to know about blurring pavement, the din and the metal, the machine’s potential, and my loud velocity. Can you hear what it means, really get what...

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Branded by Rick McKenzie

You don’t want generic stuff, the bargain, sold in bulk. You want the brand, the best name, the mark of quality, that shows you know your way. Well, you can be the major make, your contents guaranteed. Get legible clothes, then...

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Clothes Wear the Man by Mario Duarte

when they are this baggy on an elderly man weaving down the path by the creek near noon, a windy day, a traveler I have often spied from my kitchen window. Who is he? Is he lonely? Where is he going? Why? What do I know about...

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Ava and Tomas by Mario Duarte

Under a tree swarming with monarch butterflies, sunset brands Ava over Tomas’ chest. A tree frog clings to the trunk—trilling, sirening. Why live in a state not created for them. When he pulls on her earlobe, a spark crackles, a...

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I have a shadow, one of many by Sue Blaustein

Up at 4:00 AM, I saw my silhouette on the curtain – a shadow from the night light on the opposite wall. The wisp of hair raised by static was cute – like an infant’s topknot – but my head! My head           was just a blob. No...

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What Came First by Sue Blaustein

I went to an astronaut’s lecture about orbiting the earth at seventeen thousand five hundred miles per hour. You had to be a PhD or close for that shuttle berth – a scientist at the apogee of your power. First-timers on the...

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