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MONDAY RAINDROPS BY JUDITH BADER JONES

descend onto vegetable seeds buried in backyard garden loam. Dry and alone, I wait indoors seated in my painted blue kitchen, listen for more raindrop music to repeat pit-pat-pit-pat, orchestrated in the great above, where one...

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BUTTONS BY DONNA M. DAVIS

Their original purpose— to drape loose cloth close to the body, accentuate a torso, or hug a bodice. Pearl fasteners heightened women’s breasts. Gold buttons flaunted men’s muscular arms. In medieval times, buttons were the...

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AT THE FISH HATCHERY BY DONNA M. DAVIS

(After Mark Strand’s Elegy for My Father 2 – Answers) What did you expect to see there? I expected nothing. The realm of a fish is so silent. What did you expect to see there? A brook trout with her young, its brown skin...

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ROAD KILL BY DONNA M. DAVIS

The less broken ones crawl to the roadside and die. In the night under inky clouds, bright spears of headlights point them out. Unlike the ones whose forms are smeared or stamped on dashed center lines, they are still whole— fur...

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ASTEROID BY DONNA M. DAVIS

An online article revealed how a lineage of birds survived an asteroid 66 million years ago, when many went extinct with the ponderous dinosaurs. They choked on volcanic dust, dragged their limp tails along the Cretaceous plain,...

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COMING TO TERMS BY RITA MALENCZYK

Every Monday evening at about six-thirty, our dog, Dolly pees on the floor. Dolly’s a young black-and-white rescue mutt my husband and I have had for two months; and on Mondays at three o’clock I pick her up from the day care...

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NINE-BALL BY KEVIN LAVEY

Allen cracked open the fifth of Jim Beam and turned up the bottle. The dark liquid bubbled. “Your throat dry, too?” Allen asked. Slim let them drink if they kept their bottles and cans out of sight. “Now that...

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I WOULD IF I COULD BY MATTHEW ROBINSON

If I could I swear I would Wipe the tears from my eyes Part the clouds in the sky Clear the cobwebs from my brain Bring the sun to run the rain To wake only one morning not feeling ill To right this ship just through will To...

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