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    WORK OF ART by Valerie Patrick

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    WORK OF ARTby Valerie Patrick   Work of ArtHold my face like the Portland VaseTrace the pictures on my cheekbonesGaze into my eyes like the Mona LisaAppreciate every stroke of colorCaress my body like...

    CALM by Elana Wolff

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    CALMby Elana Wolff   Calm,not so long ago / the river ambling through the valley /easy in the aptitude of being in the blue beside the fireweedand pocket gophers stomping on the vandal grass...

    DIVINE by John Raffetto

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    DIVINEby John Raffetto    A LATE FATESeas fossilize into parched buttestrapped shellfishanthropoids in dark matter.Time did not freezeas massive ice balland volcanoesmerge into passive resistancepush and pullon earth axis.The bacteria count is one.A...

    NOT A PRAYER by Diana Anhalt

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    NOT A PRAYERby Diana Anhalt  For Ethel Figueroa, the Librarian, My Heroine, who lets me hide in the library— closed for recess—when girls in patent leather,...

    WORDS UNSPOKEN by Kimberly Crocker

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    WORDS UNSPOKENby Kimberly Crocker     Words Unspoken            By Kimberly Crocker She dissolved from the feet up,vanishing in surreptitious bites like thosetaken by children when no one...

    PABLO PICASSO by Richard Weaver

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    PABLO PICASSOby Richard Weaver  Walker PercyShe was always fun. No one knew her otherwise. At least those of usintroduced by Walker. Real estate agent and mother to a deaf daughter,she was a force...

    ANNIVERSARY by Cathryn Essinger

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    ANNIVERSARYby Cathryn Essinger Anniversary The Harvest Moon rising frombehind the strip mall appears tetheredto the horizon, but soon it will clearthe radio tower on the far...

    WHITE CAKE by Annie Schumacher

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    WHITE CAKEby Annie Schumacher   White Cake I don’t remember the taste of my wedding cake.Afterwards, we froze the top tier in mom’s garageto eat in...

    FINGER BY FINGER by Ashley Green

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    FINGER BY FINGERby Ashley Green     Phantom I She knew something I didn’t,pale with untold prophecyand horror.You’ll stop loving me, she saidand her dilated gazeswam in...

    ASK A CHILD, ASK A BUTTERFLY by Megha Sood

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    ASK A CHILD, ASK A BUTTERFLYby Megha Sood Like an open scarred river This cystic undulating pain speaks for itselfborn out of the muted death, it...