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Poetry

In the Science Museum

In a room near Triceratops, not far from the elephant skulland the wave machine we come upon a glass casewith shelves of women’s shoes. My daughter and I peer in

Poetry

Let's Intuit Something

Jess Williard

Make it specific.Make it Oregon, Wisconsin. The time doesn’t matter.

Poetry

We Were Wrong, But Were Given Five Ruins to Consider for Winter

Christine Holm

I.It is 76 degrees with no chance of snow for decades.Some people don’t know what its like to live October through Marchwithout blue sky.

Poetry

We trudge through last year’s corn stubble in a wayward, straggling line,drunken with the hour and the cold. It’s April, 4 AM, the air metallic in our noses.We stoop low, clamber awkwardly into plywood boxes slouching in slush,

Poetry

A Few Miles Outside Warroad, Several Weeks Before the Fall

Christine Holm

Mothers make excuses, hardly doe-eyed but entirely well-meaning.Their daughters aren’t wayward. Simply, they misplace their sensesof direction or heighten their prospects of efficiency.

Poetry

Annunciation

Lisa Vihos

When I got to her earthen room,I thought, Oh God, no. Not this one.

Too young, too fragile, for this word-made-flesh deal you’ve got brewing.

Poetry

Neighbors

Jeri McCormick

I felt as if I knew him. I felt as if he knew me. —Young soldier, upon hearing about FDR’s death

Poetry

The Things We Did Not Bring

Lisa Vihos

I don’t think I ever brought

my sotto to your voce, my custom to your fit,my ultra to your marine.I know you did not bring

Poetry

The Self-organizing Universal Nail Salon

Kathleen Dale

As the young, slight, male manicuristdeftly massages my hand, we turn our headsin opposite directions as if such pleasurebetween strangers were unseemly in light