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A STORY BY SUSAN KOLODNY

The lady came and stayed with us. In the back room by the garage. My father brought her home with his black bag and said she needed a place to live for a while. My mother fixed up a bed for her. I was big, three, and the baby...

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YES AND NO BY SUSAN KOLODNY

He was our friend, Irv, and had come for dinner. Daddy was late from work, Irv and I were in the yard where Mother was feeding the baby. I’d answered no to something—did I want some water—and Irv said Come on, all the little...

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WHERE OH WHERE BY SUSAN KOLODNY

All at once the dog running into the street the car hitting the dog the dog flying then falling the man getting out of his car and though a child she saw he was stricken      her wail the dog’s whimpering her father kneeling...

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A RECIPE FOR LOVE BY PRESLEY ACUNA

AI knew all there was to know about its biological progenitors. In addition to humanity’s facts and figures, all human emotions had been semantically analyzed for context. Even love was fully cataloged and digitized. But the...

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WHAT’S MY LINE? BY SANDRA BRODKIN DREIS

Discreet, to say the least, the arrival. No Uber or cab. Feasts, garbed in haute couture, no bib, no offer of a bite. Delights in al fresco dining, private backyard, a must. The wow of such beings, pate lowering, extracting...

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CATINITY BY SANDRA BRODKIN DREIS

Feline eyes, ageless gray marble, Nile into mine. Kohl-lined sheaths dissolve seasons, this day, that time lost to vertiginous chimes, the whistle of desert winds, sand that bronzes my thighs. A claw pierces my shoulder. Am I,...

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XYLEM HIGHWAYS BY SANDRA BRODKIN DREIS

Rhodie leaves riot post rain, erase chill, extend waxy tongues as green tiers glisten. Unborn April, in queue, dropkicks lagging March and rivulets widen rising xylem highways, enliven the jade expanse for reckless newbie buds...

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FACTORS BY SANDRA BRODKIN DREIS

November’s cold fingers grip, the bulb planter’s arthritic hands force down into dirt, down I say, come on— but the soil resists my insistence, the goal only twelve scarlet tulips to remind me—to rewind birth a breath,...

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