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THREADS OF GOLD BY ANSHU YEDAVELLI

The thread of time sows its way through the heart and mind of man. A golden string that slowly uncovers the beginning and end of earth. Its hands tick on moving through by the second and minute the month and year. Golden...

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THE HOME VISIT BY JACQUELINE ST. JOAN

What you feel here is how it happened there. The grown son was in the garage tinkering with a car. He pretended not to notice me. The father was at the door to let me inside. He was not smiling. It was hot and a fan stood in the...

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WELCOME BY ALLISON COLLINS

Fierce business, this child rearing up from plum waters and veined purses unclasped to reveal long-fingered hands, waxed lashes and legs. You are so many dancing cells, like some overhead scene from a ‘40s movie: all stardust...

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LAST YEAR’S DAFFODILS BY ALLISON COLLINS

They were on clearance, shelved alongside the first, unwelcome Christmas baubles — bulbs of a different nature. By then the yard was scraped raw, the trees nude and forlorn but I bought them, knowing the look I’d get, the...

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LAMENT BY JEANINE STEVENS

Toss a rising comet above the russet oak. Ask yourself what day of the week whose turn to split wood? Cleave to the shaman’s handshake, learn procedures for sharing                your measly wealth find the ornate knob to...

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NEBULA BY JEANINE STEVENS

I’ve had few animal dreams since childhood when a red-haired cousin morphed into a lion. Now, in daydreams, I climb the milky backbone and wander phosphorous meadows. Thirst eased by Little Dipper, like the ladle hooked to our...

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BELOW THE BRIDGE BY JEANINE STEVENS

Fair Oaks, California Early coffee with cream, doves at the feeder. On my desk, a broken relic from Israel, a carved Raven carrying the sun in his beak, a cup with pens, pencils and two candy canes. Thick dictionaries about...

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CARRY THE DEAD BY KAREN JONES

She’s not like mother Orca, who held her dead calf in the waves for days, refused to let sorrow sink too soon into the depths of Puget Sound. She’s not like the Torajans, who keep their dead in community, well-dressed at table,...

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PIPPI BY KAREN JONES

Wild garden of a girl, living alone, running through the tall grasses, unschooled flowers of my heart. Tame children love you, your tall tales, freedom of mind. Strength overflows your thin arms, bony legs. You’re agile as your...

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