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A Sonnet with Daily Haiku at the Convenience Store

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1. Saturday’s haiku is stalled in the 7-Eleven® parking lot 2. all night long waiting for Sunday’s rising over the un-burnt prairie 3. as this haiku forgets

That Same Kid, Twelve Days Later

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Geoff Collins

His house is lying down. He is out in the yard watching it happen. The driveway at dusk is a warm blanket wrapping itself around him. The sidewalks are long strips of gauze

WINDOW - WINDOW, OUR LADY

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CX Dillhunt

WINDOW To win. To do. To undo. To Endow. To bow. To wind down. To want tobe like the wind. To hold or stop the wind. To be made of glass; to shatter one Sunday

All Those MFA Students in Davis, California

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Mark Wisniewski

they were so lively gathering whenever possible to discuss phrases someone jotted none considering angst in the sense of it truly visiting they had so many epiphanies & the depth of the poets

As a Boy, I Loved the Boy

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Lowell Jaeger

… who soloed before the congregation each Christmas Eve: O Holy Night, stars above shining and to this day I think certain angels too were blinking

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Kiehnau's Service Station (since 1952) Fire—Spring 1996

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Caleb D. Whitney

Kristen (my to-be bride) Peil (daughter to Loren and Annie) called me atwork (a vacated dental office complete with circular carpet stain in the chair space).

After Buchenwald: Escaped, Running, They meet as Strangers in a Bright Field

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Sharon M. Van Sluijs

They stood, stopped, still and blinking. Stunned, breathing and blinking, returned against odds to the sweet, sweet world— wild grass, wide air, and the sun like a mother. They were stunned

For Lucy, Who Came First

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Marilyn Taylor

She simply settled down in one piece right where she was,in the sand of a long-vanished lake edge or stream—and died. —Donald C. Johanson, paleoanthropologist

Constellations

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... They had to name, they had to remember, or things would not be named and remembered if they did not do it. — Carlos Fuentes

Over and Over Again

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Ellen Kort

When I go to the grocery store and stand in front of the shelf filled with jars of honey every brand spells the word Mama early morning toast sliced from a loaf of homemade bread spread with honey

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