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Poetry

Spice Cake

For his sixty-sixth birthdaythe nurse brought my father spice cakeI don’t know whether he couldeat it himself or she fed him aspart of her duties.He said, “That’s about asspecial as it gets in here”

Return Trip

Peggy Trojan

Coming back always went fast.We fell asleep on the rear seatin happy tangle and were homebefore we wished it.My father carried usto our beds, my youngerbrothers limp and soft,easily moved.

Poetry

Draw a line to five, when Frank Bitsueis hauling water from the well then counthis living grandchildren and divide themby the ones who chased sheep into the rain.Subract the crash. Add summers and sleep of

Poetry

Following Up

William Quist

I guess you didn't get my letter, since youdied before I put it in the mail.But maybe that's OK—I mean, whatwas left to say anyway? Confession (I neverenjoyed hunting, or peeing in public)?

Poetry

Before Dawn, the Crows

Geoffrey Collins

In cold darkness calling from tree to treeLaughing at our foolish dreamsCrooning love in a long lost keyFeathers at once oil slick and tricksterSwitchblade beaks