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Hunter's Moon Kelli Russell Agodon published in Waxwing Literary Journal The first person you fall in love with will be a deer. You will...

Indian Boarding School: The Runaways by Louise Erdrich Home’s the place we head for in our sleep. Boxcars stumbling north in dreams don’t...

To a Small, Sweet Calimyrna Fig by Paulann Petersen published in Weber Half dried, half not. Skin puckered. Your stem-end curves...

Protocol for Wings by Rachel Landrum Crumble published in Typishly on February 20, 2019 Don’t let their newfound weight sink your...

"The Burly Fading One" by Robert Hayden The burly fading one beside the engine, holding a lantern in his hand, is Uncle Jed--bullyboy of...

Newly Discovered Portrait of My Mother with Ocotillo and Grapefruit by Donna Prinzmetal published in The Midnight Oil, Volume 1 In the...

Learning the City by Murders by Nancy Breen I once knew the lay of the city by murders. My childhood was full of them, heavy aghast...

Chihuahua by Mary Winters She of the overlong kisses and fat arms is gone—though I loved her. I’ll miss her orange blossom scent. The...

Getting Engaged in the Gun Room of the Lafayette Hotel by Kate Fox Behind him, long rifles line the wall, and the smaller weapons—the...

In a City You will Never Visit by Young Smith Tonight, in a city you will never visit, no one finds your absence strange. In that...

Missing Local Teenagers Found Submerged in Fredericksburg Canal by Sarah Ebba Hansen published in Ponder Review, Spring 2019, Volume 3,...

published in Cumberland River Review, Issue 7-1, January 2018 Breastbone Ode by Judith H. Montgomery Think gladiolus: not the loud flower...

published on The Writer's Almanac page, October 1, 2005 Bike Ride with Older Boys by Laura Kasischke The one I didn't go on. I was...

You Reading This, Be Ready by William Stafford Starting here, what do you want to remember? How sunlight creeps along a shining floor? What scent of old wood hovers, what softened sound from outside fills the air? Will you ever bring a better gift for the world than the breathing respect that you carry wherever you go right now? Are you waiting for time to show you some better thoughts? When you turn around, starting here, lift this new glimpse that you found; carry into eve

I Miss Everyone At Once But Most Of All-- by beyza ozer ( published in Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Volume 5, Issue 5) name a mistake & i’ll...

What Moss Says by Penelope Scambly Schott (published in River and South, May 2018) There's enough moss to go around is what I say to...