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THE ROSE BUSH BY GARY METRAS

The roses lasted for days and days and days. —Alison Murchie When we bought the new house, I didn’t take the rose bush that I planted, fed, and trimmed for twenty-five years at the old house. The JFK Rose to honor that president...

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WHEN DEATH IS LIFE BY GARY METRAS

An hour after the farmer finished baling hay, turkey vultures flocked over the field, circling high a few minutes, then descending in tighter arcs of air. Farm machinery must have killed some rabbit, opossum, or fox hiding or...

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Anchoring by Buffy Aakaash

Through our eyes, now, this warm lap of timelessness, where I have not been since my first day here, when you took me in, beheld me, and drank me, will anchor me now that you go taking with you that undying love that limitless...

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SNOWDROPS BY MICHAEL H. LEVIN

(February) Who’d think these slender stems could pierce gunmetal snow presenting arms through gusts that polarize the hollows of my bones yet here they rise — demure white caps, pure offerings of spring: extended by a...

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FOR BIRDS BY ANN HOWELLS

Mallards paddle among lilies make discontented noises like ducks in the overhead bin of a dream train, odd ducks in a full pond, wings clipped to hold them circling beneath the little arched bridge startled by the cry of...

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SAMSON BY MICHAEL H. LEVIN

His problem was women, the rabbis wrote later: seduction, betrayal, snaky worming towards secrets. Women, and borders — lands where dwelt Others no man should pursue. His loves all were Gentile, they noted: ripe thighs of...

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WINGED FRAGMENT BY ANN HOWELLS

after reading Charles Wright Grackles preen and strut in iridescent robes while starlings skulk in scruffy black — robed priests and federal judges. November defines them: sacred and profane. Cloud dissipates as...

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Woodpecker by Jennifer Lagier

In the woods I hear a high, thin melody, and there is a jiggle of leaves. A White-throated Sparrow flits into view for a moment, vivid and elusive as a dream you reach out for as you wake up…but you only catch its...

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ON THE MARSH BY ANN HOWELLS

Osprey plunges a mirrored surface, white water in tumult as it emerges great dark wings bowed, sun perch writhing in taloned grip. Egrets rise like fluttering hands, and gulls laugh as they loop-de-loop, perfect barrel rolls,...

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