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GENTLE REVERIE BY TINA HARRACH DENETCLAW

In the early dark of winter nestled deep into my chair lamp light at my shoulder worksheets strewn across my knees My husband’s chair and mine at right angles, huddling together in the calm of our home, relaxed into our...

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ONE MORE BY TINA HARRACH DENETCLAW

Aunt Shirley’s pecan pie, luscious soft sweetness, crispy pecans tenderly cradled in crust Parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins sit— gathered onto couch, soft chairs, hard chairs, the floor, or stand wherever scents of...

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ERIC FINZI CREATES LIFE BY BRUCE CURLEY

First, he puts on a space suit Physical barrier to the vapors Released when chemicals become beauty A clean lab environment with danger Of death if the oxygen tail that connects To the tank should become disconnected And his...

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HALF BLIND, STILL ALIVE BY BRUCE CURLEY

In a meeting she had called, My contact lens popped to the floor. As I stumbled blindly on the carpet she instinctively came to my help, took my hand, and led my finger right to the missing lens. She is one of so many women in...

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GIVING SPEECH TO THE SILENCE BY BRUCE CURLEY

Someday, you’re an old man and they’re all gone: One to the West Coast, One to man’s insatiable appetite for war, One to marry a man you thought unworthy of her, And the one here even now, the one who always returns no matter...

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IN THE CITY WHERE WE MET BY SAM FRIEDMAN

I walked into that room last week, that room where first we talked, first smiled, a room where thousands of students have since sat enthralled or bored beneath professors’ voices, a room where others too must have met, some to...

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NO’ING HISTORY* BY SAM FRIEDMAN

I stare at a newspaper image from sixty years ago. Young men wear sports jackets and white shirts. A young woman, sweatered, stares at the floor. Another seems asleep, her head resting on a steel filing cabinet. A reporter seems...

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WITCH BY SAM FRIEDMAN

Who was Shakespeare?           A man who wrote with witches. What are witches?           Women who woo wise trees to walk between. Why do trees ever walk?           To crush the raging fang-mouthed orcs. Why do orcs rage?      ...

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