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WINTER BENEDICTION BY JOSEPH D. MILOSCH

As my great-grandmother lay dying, the family knowing she wouldn’t last the night, stood around her bed and sang Polish hymns. My father placed me on her chest. At three I was lean and hard. She was soft without hope for...

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TAGS BY PATTY SOMLO

Whenever we come home from shopping, each toting a large, thin-handled bag, my husband immediately removes the shirts and pants he’s bought, snips off the tags, slips the clothes onto hangers, and hangs them in the closet. I, on...

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ALMOST TO THE SEA BY EDWARD GARVEY

This scrubland, a scattering of purple hedge nettle. The path between the lagoon’s flat surface and where cows lull and breed weaves my soul into distant landlocked dunes. Tall grasses (and your hair) wave in an ocean’s breath,...

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A WEDDING DAY BY EDWARD GARVEY

How to measure the distance between grace and chance occurrence. The circumstance of her lace and his raw silk pants. Is there a truth in the passing of clouds or the fortuitous meeting of strangers? How should one measure the...

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ZADELHOFF CAFÉ BY EDWARD GARVEY

Its name etched lightly into the support pillar in front high sideways across vision but barely visible from the distraction of intensely azure blue cut irises. The serving bar two large windows behind and a large glass pitcher...

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ROME BY SHERYL GUTERL

Four weary tourists slump into chairs at a sidewalk café in the Piazza della Rotunda. A red motor scooter whizzes by nearly hitting a blond toddler chasing a yellow balloon. Honk, screech, mother yells. Dogs bark, people shout,...

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MOTOR VEHICLE DIVISION BY SHERYL GUTERL

“Machines are down.” Muted voices, blank faces, rows of citizens wait. For license renewals bureaucracy rules. No worker says sorry. No coffee, water, cheer. Numbly, the people sit, Old, gray with cane and hearing aids, Young,...

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CHECK-OUT BY SHERYL GUTERL

(after Thanksgiving by Aimee Nezhukumatathil) I juggle a can of tomatoes, three limes, and a bag of potatoes. Ahead is he who holds a block of cheddar and a bottle of wine. Broad shoulders face forward, below his clean-shaven...

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ALGONQUIN HOTEL BY SHERYL GUTERL

Like the opening scene in a Broadway play we met, you won’t remember, in a hotel lobby. Blustery cold outside, I’d taken refuge in overstuffed chairs, mahogany tables, paneled walls, low lights. I settled in, ordered wine,...

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RESERVATIONS BY LENORE HIRSCH

Lori puts aside the stack of papers she has been marking at the kitchen table, yawns, and gets up to look for her backscratcher. It’s that darn itch between her shoulder blades, just a fraction of an inch farther than she can...

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ELEGY FOR #30 BY LENORE HIRSCH

Thank you for sixty-six years of service, for withstanding a life of bombardment: first it was sugar then drilling and filling but you kept going through one challenge after another, got your crown of enameled glory and fought...

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