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Protected: A Big Red Island

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In the Strawberry Mountains

In the Strawberry Mountains Sam Olson __________ Grandmother, I know you don’t read the newsany longer, but in case you heard, it’s true–they want to send 30,000 peopleto a camp called Gitmo. Campingis what we did come June. I was a camper,once, then a counselor. Find a holeon a creek?…

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Protected: Logical Preposition

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Protected: Foods of All Nations

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Protected: Cabin Fever

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Normal

Normal Makena Metz __________ Everything returns to stasisin time. Life goes on, the sun risesand falls, and I am lostin a sea of normal. Eat dinner, go to sleep, wake up, walk the dog.Normal is uncomfortable, unnatural.After everything- I don’t want tohave to go on. No one told me that…

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Caravaggio’s Shadow

Caravaggio’s Shadow Colette Tennant __________ From the first day he noticed it,it became his only friend— dark to dark, shoulder bladesleaning away from the sun elbowing their way throughsharp angles of light their silhouettes clarifiedby colors around them both adept at holding handswith the night. __________ Colette Tennant has three…

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The World Is Like That Too, The Journey Begins—Again, & Sorrow’s Kitchen

The World Is Like That Too, The Journey Begins—Again, & Sorrow’s Kitchen Diane Gottlieb __________ The World Is Like That Too for Matthew I read a poem that said the world was there to fuck us.It was a sad poem, an angry poem. A poemof loss and longing and curse…

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Exposure

Exposure Roger Camp __________ Morningbirds slicethe rain-splashedwings a window openson my bedmy hand slidesover the slicksill dripping sheet selecting a panestripped of its dustI witness an execution the trees undressedraked with hailthe wallsleaf splattered the room darkensI can not readmy watch ticksno comfort in its sound the stormsilences the streetunmans…

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In the Temple Shadows

In the Temple Shadows Maudie Bryant __________ Like wheat in autumn,Beauty glows golden,its fleeting, gilded lieschipping like glassscattered along some beachno one dares to walk. I’ve shed that sorry skin—eyes cradled in longing, achingto see themselves mirrored,just to know how they feel.Now I’m all bone and stone,a hard heart pulsing,silent…

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