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n L

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teac

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nglis

h an

d hu

man

i es

to c

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stud

ents

in n

orth

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whe

re sh

e liv

es w

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er h

usba

nd.

Mic

hael

Lau

chla

n ha

s poe

ms i

n th

e Th

e Co

rtla

nd R

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and

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he N

orth

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an R

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w, a

nd V

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ia

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rter

ly. T

rum

bull

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rthc

omin

g fr

om W

SU P

ress

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Glor

ia M

onag

han

is an

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ocia

te P

rofe

ssor

at W

entw

orth

Ins

tute

in

Bos

ton.

Her

wor

k ha

s app

eare

d in

Arie

s, S

lope

, and

Spoo

nful

. In

2012

, Fin

ishin

g Li

ne P

ress

pub

lishe

d he

r cha

pboo

k Fl

awed

.

Darr

en M

orris

has

pub

lishe

d po

ems a

nd st

orie

s. A

noth

er p

oem

cu

rren

tly a

ppea

rs in

New

Ohi

o Re

view

.

Sher

ry O

’Kee

fe is

the

auth

or o

f Cra

ckin

g G

eode

s Ope

n an

d M

akin

g G

ood

Use

of A

ugus

t. Sh

e ha

s rec

ent p

oetr

y an

d pr

ose

at

Cam

as: t

he N

atur

e of

the

Wes

t, Es

cape

Into

Life

, and

PAN

K.

Jacq

uelin

e De

e Pa

rker

is a

n ar

st,

poet

, and

inst

ruct

or o

f art

at

Loui

siana

Sta

te U

nive

rsity

. Her

mix

ed m

edia

pai

n n

gs re

side

in

priv

ate

and

corp

orat

e co

llec

ons

aro

und

the

US

and

her p

oem

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pear

in jo

urna

ls su

ch a

s Atla

nta

Revi

ew, E

-ra

o, T

he C

ortla

nd

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ew, C

helse

a, a

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he S

outh

ern

Revi

ew.

Sally

Van

Dor

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the

auth

or o

f Pos

sess

ive

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and

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x at

Noo

n Ta

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ed th

e W

alt

Whi

tman

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ard

from

the

Acad

emy

of A

mer

ican

Poe

ts.

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lives

in

St.

Loui

s and

New

Yor

k Ci

ty.

Kam

i Wes

thoff

tea

ches

Cre

a v

e W

ri n

g at

Wes

tern

Was

hing

ton

Uni

vers

ity. H

er w

ork

has a

ppea

red

in jo

urna

ls su

ch a

s Car

ve, T

he

Mad

ison

Revi

ew, M

erid

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Pho

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rd C

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Brad

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. Fes

t Bra

dley

J. Fe

st is

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er a

t the

Uni

vers

ity

of P

i sb

urgh

. His

poem

s ha

ve a

ppea

red

in v

ario

us jo

urna

ls, a

nd

his

essa

ys h

ave

been

pub

lishe

d in

bou

ndar

y 2,

The

Sile

nce

of

Fallo

ut, a

nd e

lsew

here

. He

blog

s at T

he H

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arch

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alla

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Kath

yrn

Haem

mer

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a b

ache

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deg

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in E

nglis

h lit

erat

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wri

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nt M

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s Col

lege

in

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nd, I

ndia

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he n

ow re

sides

in B

osto

n. T

he tw

o po

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e ar

e fr

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c o

n Ap

ertu

re.

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ensk

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s at t

he U

nive

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llino

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rban

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ampa

ign.

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wor

k ha

s bee

n fe

atur

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epep

per,

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ight

s, a

nd T

he O

rang

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w. H

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othe

r and

old

er

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r are

her

big

gest

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oes f

or a

ll th

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uppo

rt a

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int

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ry O

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ater

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its p

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r glo

ve. T

he to

p st

air r

ecei

ves h

er fo

ot lik

e pl

aydo

ugh.

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infa

ntda

ught

er g

runt

s, fr

ees a

fi st

from

the

swad

dle.

Her

tong

ue c

licks

agai

nst t

he ro

of o

f her

mou

th. B

efor

e th

e m

othe

rca

n w

ill it

oth

erw

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ilk su

rges

from

duc

t to

capi

llary

to n

ippl

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aste

s its

elf o

n th

e co

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cup

s of h

er b

ra.

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as a

sked

to se

e he

r one

mor

e m

e. B

efor

ew

hat,

she

isn’t

sure

. She

has

seen

so m

any

a e

rs w

ith h

im. F

ace

dow

n on

thei

r wed

ding

nigh

t, su

re sh

e w

ould

rip

in tw

o. N

eigh

bor

girls

hur

ried

away

from

hop

scot

ch a

nd ju

mp

rope

san

d bl

owin

g bu

bble

s so

big

gum

stuc

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thei

r eye

lash

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hen

they

bur

st. H

is yo

unge

r sist

er,

hunc

hed

like

a ha

unte

d to

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It’s a

girl

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side,

he

serv

es lu

kew

arm

coff

ee

whi

le sh

e nu

rses

the

baby

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cra

cks s

hells

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clin

ks a

lmon

ds, w

hich

he

says

are

goo

dfo

r milk

pro

duc

on,

into

a b

owl b

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e he

r. Sh

ehe

sitat

es, h

avin

g re

ad so

mew

here

they

con

tain

ars

enic

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was

it a

mm

onia

? Th

e da

ught

er p

ulls

her h

ead

from

her

nip

ple

as if

she

has s

omet

hing

to sa

y. T

he m

othe

r pos

i on

sth

e ba

by o

n th

e ot

her b

reas

t, its

mou

th re

ceiv

es th

e ni

pple

,an

d th

e m

ilk b

urst

s int

o he

r mou

th li

ke th

e an

swer

to a

que

s o

n so

meo

ne fi

nally

ask

ed.

Kam

i Wes

thoff

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tche

r Day

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y is

butc

her d

ay. C

love

r dra

gs h

er im

poss

ible

tong

ue o

ver

the

salt

lick,

slip

s it i

nto

one

then

the

othe

r nos

tril.

Our

dog

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acki

e, b

urro

ws i

nto

a bo

ne fr

om la

st n

ight

’s ro

ast,

her t

eeth

cl

unk

low

and

wet

un

l th

e m

arro

w off e

rs. N

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er n

o c

e th

e w

hite

truc

k ba

ck in

to th

e dr

ivew

ay, h

ear t

he c

rack

le o

f my

fath

er

unfo

ldin

g th

e en

orm

ous b

lue

tarp

, sm

ooth

ing

it fl a

t aga

inst

th

e co

ncre

te fl

oor o

f the

bar

n. M

y fa

ther

pou

rs g

rain

into

a

buck

et a

nd g

ives

it to

my

siste

r, w

ho u

nlat

ches

the

fenc

e an

d st

eps t

owar

d Cl

over

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boo

ts sl

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urp

in th

e m

uddy

fi el

d.

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er sw

ays h

er sl

ow a

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eavy

hip

s tow

ard

my

siste

r, lo

wer

s he

r hea

d to

the

grai

n. T

he h

andl

e of

the

buck

et e

eks a

s her

to

ngue

swee

ps th

e gr

ain

into

her

mou

th.

Toda

y w

e ar

e ei

ght a

nd tw

elve

, and

don

’t ye

t kno

w th

ere

is ne

ver e

noug

h m

e to

be

forg

iven

. In

a co

uple

mon

ths,

ou

r nei

ghbo

r will

forc

e hi

s pen

is in

to m

y sis

ter’s

mou

th.

In

fi ve

year

s, sh

e w

ill b

e ra

ped

so b

ruta

lly n

ine

s tc

hes w

ill b

e ne

eded

to m

ake

the

one

back

into

two.

I w

ill m

isund

erst

and

thes

e th

ings

, cal

l her

a sl

ut, t

ell e

very

one

abou

t the

½ in

our

sis

terh

ood

I’d n

ever

bef

ore

thou

ght t

o m

en o

n. S

he w

ill le

arn

to b

e qu

iet,

and

unde

rsta

nd a

man

onl

y by

the

thin

gs h

e ca

n’t

help

him

self

from

doi

ng. B

ut to

day

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ch h

er fe

ed C

love

r one

la

st m

eal.

And

whe

n sh

e is

hoist

ed o

nto

the

butc

her’s

hoo

k, sl

it op

en, a

nd th

at in

tric

ate

and

beau

ful s

yste

m o

f life

rele

ases

on

to th

e ta

rp, w

e ho

ld h

ands

and

stan

d so

clo

se th

e n

y ha

irs

on o

ur sk

inny

legs

rise

and

rest

as o

ne.

Brad

ley

J. Fe

st

One

Sum

mer

Nea

r Nia

gara

Thro

wn

in th

e w

ay o

f tha

t nev

er fo

rgo

en

nunn

ery,

the

wife

in h

er c

ooki

ng a

pron

cam

e ou

t to

tast

e th

e ne

edle

s whe

n th

e ra

ins c

ame

that

yea

r,an

d sh

e on

ly re

mem

bere

d tw

is n

g he

r arm

s thr

ough

the

blen

der

whi

le m

ar n

i mist

aken

wat

er w

ound

dow

n th

e st

eps.

So c

old

was

the

thou

ght o

f the

lang

uid

mop

to w

ash

the

bloo

d up

; n

y se

a an

emon

es w

aded

thei

r way

into

the

back

bone

of t

he tu

rkey

bre

ast.

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trel

lises

in th

e w

ake

of th

is w

ayw

ard

hous

ehol

dhe

ld so

gen

tly v

ines

air-

brus

hed

a sig

nify

ing

gray

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li le

rood

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the

conv

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ear

th

snak

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them

tow

ard

the

ra e

rs, t

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e ra

in d

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uch

liqui

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roug

h th

at a

pron

one

sum

mer

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river

, Let

he, c

ould

hav

e pa

ssed

unn

o c

edin

that

nig

ht im

preg

nate

d w

ith st

eam

and

soile

d bl

ue je

ans.

Fina

lly, h

er fi

rst b

orn

wou

ld c

ome

over

the

ridge

, co

mpr

ehen

ding

all

the

cont

ents

of h

is liv

ing

room

in a

gla

nce.

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mop

felt

akin

to th

e tr

ellis

that

sum

mer

,th

eir w

ood

clut

ched

so

ghtly

in th

e pa

lm o

f som

ethi

ng n

ew

to b

e ad

ded

to th

e sp

inni

ng g

lobe

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Kath

ryn

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mer

le

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n.) t

he sp

ace

thro

ugh

whi

ch li

ght p

asse

s in

any

op

cal

inst

rum

ent.

An o

peni

ng th

at li

mits

the

quan

ty o

f lig

ht th

at c

an e

nter

an

obje

ct.

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tent

, a st

reet

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ight

ther

e ar

e on

ly la

nter

ns.

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line

the

fairg

roun

d st

reet

s tha

t lea

d to

whi

rrin

g bl

aze

of ri

des a

nd c

arni

val s

ick-

smel

ls on

Cal

le d

el Infi e

rno.

A m

an a

nd w

oman

can

not r

emem

ber h

ow to

use

wor

ds.

Inst

ead

they

con

stru

ct im

ages

from

ben

tlig

ht, g

uess

ing

the

secr

ets o

f lan

tern

s str

ung

abov

e.Th

ey st

and

apar

t fac

ing

each

oth

er, d

ress

ed li

ke a

fl am

enco

danc

er a

nd n

inet

eent

h ce

ntur

y An

dalu

sian

hors

eman

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e av

oids

his

gaze

by

turn

ing

tow

ard

a gi

rl ta

king

a p

hoto

of th

e ne

on g

reen

alg

odón

stan

d. T

he w

oman

imag

ines

hers

elf a

ppea

ring

in th

e ph

oto,

gro

tesq

ue a

nd d

istor

ted

in fi

ltere

d gl

are.

She

hat

es h

ow th

e m

an st

ands

ben

eath

the

whi

test

ring

of p

aper

lant

erns

, fac

e ov

erex

pose

d an

d et

here

al.

He co

nvin

ces.

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n sh

e ob

serv

es h

is st

are

and

feel

s the

pre

ssur

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his fi n

gers

und

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pose

d in

tend

erne

ss o

n he

r ski

n, sh

e kn

ows t

hat i

f he

coul

d sp

eak

he’d

say,

It’s n

ever

abo

ut w

hat y

ou w

ant.

Sally

Van

Dor

en

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ce

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devi

l tra

ins m

othe

rTo

trai

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r tro

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use

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mia

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he sh

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fi rs

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face

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he o

pens

Fire

on

the

elem

enta

ry sc

hool

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athe

r and

bro

ther

spar

ed,

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ng lo

ng si

nce fl e

d th

e di

r ed

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t.) In

his

mem

oirs

, the

dev

il ci

tes

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ne o

f his

grea

test

ach

ieve

men

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e in

trod

uc o

n of

war

wea

pons

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crea

ona

l toy

s in

brok

en Su

burb

an h

ouse

hold

s. T

hat,

And

the

depr

iva

on

of th

e Ri

ghts

of a

six-

year

-old

To

adv

ance

to th

e se

cond

gra

de.

Sally

Van

Dor

en

High

Prie

stes

s

Shuffl

e th

e de

ck a

nd w

atch

The

card

s fal

l fro

m th

e to

wer

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a h

os le

aud

itoriu

m Fi

lled

with

trut

h va

ndal

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n’t l

eap

a e

r the

m.

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ch y

our s

todg

y Li

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acle

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aver

se th

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aze

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pluc

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mou

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f its

per

petr

ator

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ngra

tula

te y

ours

elf

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atch

ing

a pl

an th

atCi

rcum

vent

s you

r ow

n pa

in.

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, sta

rt to

slob

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our e

ndor

phin

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e do

wn

and

the

bile

Frot

hs u

p ov

er th

e se

at Cu

shio

ns in

the

amph

ithea

ter.

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face

wet

. You

r pan

tsW

et. N

obod

y th

ere

to d

ry y

ou.

Kath

ryn

Haem

mer

le

2. (

n.) a

n op

en sp

ace

betw

een

Por

ons o

f sol

id m

a e

r. A

gap.

Or c

hasm

. Orifi

ce.

Cle

.Ho

le. A

byss

. In

som

e W

riter

s of G

eom

etry

, the

Incli

na o

n,or

Lea

ning

of o

ne R

ight

-line

tow

ards

ano

ther

, whi

ch m

eet

in a

poi

nt a

nd m

ake

an A

ngle

. A w

oman

stan

ds b

etw

een

tow

nson

the

shor

e th

at b

elon

gs to

no

one

and

cont

empl

ates

her

will

.Fe

brua

ry w

ind

how

ls un

l ea

rs ri

ng ra

w a

nd s

ng,

then

disfi

gur

esth

e du

nes u

n l

right

-line

s and

wro

ng-li

nes l

ean

ever

ywhe

re. C

old

whi

te sa

nd ri

ses i

n pa

r cl

e clo

uds t

hat l

ink s

olid

wal

ls w

ith n

othi

ng.

Nea

rby,

a m

an fl

y-fi s

hes.

His

unce

rtai

n fl i

cks m

easu

re th

e de

pth

of fi

eld

with

nyl

on li

ne. H

e ra

rely

hoo

ks a

fi sh

. Whe

n he

doe

s,th

ey a

re c

hoke

d by

pla

s c

soda

ring

s. T

he w

oman

exa

min

esw

hat t

he fi

sher

man

doe

s not

wan

t. De

caye

d dr

i w

ood.

Fish

with

em

pty

eyes

and

har

sh m

outh

s, b

ellie

s har

dene

d by

salt.

Som

e m

es, a

lgal

blo

oms w

ash

up li

ke fr

inge

s of r

ippe

d su

non

wat

er. O

r, illu

sory

hal

os ar

ound

a so

urce

. Chr

oma

c ab

erra

ons

. No

light

reac

hes t

he ab

yssa

l zon

e. A

ll cre

atur

es st

are b

ack a

t the

wom

an,

as if

thro

ugh

the

pinh

ole

mou

th o

f a m

ollu

sk sh

ell.

April

Kriv

ensk

y

Prin

t

We

fed

you

type

writ

er k

eys a

nd p

umpk

in se

eds.

Took

you

on

long

driv

es to

loca

l mur

ky p

onds

.Th

e th

ree

of u

s nic

kele

d an

d di

med

our

way

thro

ugh

aero

nau

cs

whi

le e

xplo

ring

the

ideo

logi

es o

f tun

a ca

sser

ole

and

chee

se o

mel

ets.

In N

evad

a yo

ur th

roat

feel

s itc

hy.

Hars

h. B

ark.

Hugg

ing

your

uvu

la in

chi

cken

pox

.Br

i le

bon

es li

ne th

e in

side

of y

our p

ostu

re.

Bri

le n

euro

ns n

ever

mak

e yo

u sm

ile a

nym

ore.

70%

tape

. 30%

eye

glas

ses.

Wha

t is s

o diffi

cult

abou

t sta

ying

ver

cal

?A

hors

e on

a c

arou

sel k

eeps

its b

alan

ce.

One

spee

d do

wn

Supe

rior.

A fi x

ed g

ear b

ike

carr

ies m

e lik

e a

sack

of

pot

atoe

s ove

r its

shou

lder

.Fr

om w

hen

I can

’t m

ake

it fr

om th

e to

ilet t

o th

e be

d.Fr

om w

hen

I fal

l asle

ep o

n th

e co

uch

and

the

t.v is

s ll

on.

The fl o

resc

ent a

n in

dica

tor t

hat w

e ca

re a

bout

so

me

thin

gs.

Gum

s ble

edin

g.Co

on

unde

r my fi n

gern

ails.

He ro

pes t

hrou

gh m

y m

ane

and

I pre

tend

to b

e sle

epin

g.A

bed

of p

ocke

ts w

here

I ca

n re

st w

ith th

e lin

t.I a

m th

e je

llyfi s

h.Yo

u ar

e th

e sa

lt w

ater

.

Jacq

uelin

e De

e Pa

rker

The

Gui

ld H

ouse

Ele

gey

Bala

nced

at t

he to

p ru

ng o

f the

ladd

er

he fa

sten

ed

fl ock

ed g

lobe

s to

the

ceili

ng’s

scaff

old

w

ith le

ngth

s of i

nvisi

ble

strin

gas

out

side

that

win

dow

sh

e gr

ew u

p in

side

snow

swirl

ed o

n th

e gr

een’

sth

ree

ston

e ch

urch

es,

blin

king

pizz

aria

s.

In th

e di

spla

y sh

e sa

t cr

oss w

ith e

qua

ons

, st

udyi

ng p

edes

tria

ns

on th

e ot

her s

ide

of g

lass

blus

ter p

ast i

n kn

it ca

ps,

crow

ns o

f cry

stal

s fl uff e

d,

dollo

ps o

f whi

ppin

g cr

eam

, cl

utch

ing

satc

hels

in th

e ru

sh h

our

city

bus

es h

issed

to st

ops.

Ar

ound

the

bloc

k th

e Sc

hube

rt’s

pit o

rche

stra

tu

ned

whi

le h

ere

her f

athe

r,be

nt o

n de

sign

scor

ed

tria

ngle

s in

mat

boar

d so

on p

yram

ids

fi llin

g th

e fl o

or,

a cu

bist

fore

st

he tr

imm

ed w

ith u

ntol

d m

easu

res o

f red

- and

go

ld-fl

ecke

d st

ars.

Jacq

uelin

e De

e Pa

rker

The

Arbo

retu

m

One

in fo

ur w

ho m

arry

he

re in

sprin

g m

ay a

er

hono

r sea

sons

of r

abbi

ts

and

burie

d pe

ts, s

uppe

r par

es,

pi

ano

less

ons,

bad

deb

t. M

ay to

ss c

oins

, rea

d ru

nes,

root

for t

roph

ies a

nd b

right

er sm

iles,

be

ar sa

crifi

ces s

o ha

rd

they

ferr

y a

garli

cky

scen

t.

Burn

ing

wic

ks, m

ay b

olst

er

or su

ff er a

ach

men

t, hi

p to

hip

, nig

ht b

y ev

ery

godd

amn

day.

May

tear

gre

ens a

nd p

ick

at th

e co

smos

, dig

impa

ens

in

the

swee

t bay

mag

nolia

’s sh

ade.

May

par

lay

me

to e

rr,

ears

coc

ked,

co

oni

ng to

win

ks

on c

ue le

ave

the

tabl

e,

mas

hing

gra

sses

in

a fa

r fi e

ld,

fl ush

, ano

ther

han

d—

may

late

r spo

t the

eve

ning

pr

imro

se g

limm

er, h

is or

her

to

ngue

ng

ling

with

bi

ers.

April

Kriv

ensk

y

Delta

Wav

e

Sund

ay c

onsis

ted

of tw

o th

ings

:de

ath

and

bicy

cles

.

My

dog

lays

dyi

ng o

n th

e fr

ont y

ard

and

I’m w

atch

ing

from

my

fath

er’s

bay

win

dow

.Do

nald

took

a sh

ot g

un to

its s

kull

and

proc

eede

d to

wal

k ba

ck in

.Lo

adin

g ag

ain,

he

says

“Yo

u kn

ow th

is ne

xt o

ne is

for m

e, ri

ght?

”N

ow m

y da

d an

d do

g ar

e bo

th la

ying

on

the

fron

t yar

d an

d al

l the

sudd

en I’

m o

n a

bicy

cle

tryi

ng to

pick

it u

p to

get

ove

r a tw

o fo

ot w

oode

n w

all.

Ever

ythi

ng w

as so

hea

vy.

Ever

ythi

ng w

as so

hea

vy.

I sw

eat t

hrou

gh m

y sh

irt th

at n

ight

. I w

as m

ore

upse

t abo

ut m

y do

g.

Kris

n L

aFol

le e

Care

ful E

xam

ina

on

One

nig

ht I

drea

mt o

f

tree

s and

dang

er a

nd th

at m

ysp

ine

had

been

ope

ned

up

and

exam

ined

.

I dre

amt o

f my

fath

er

in a

fore

st

and

spin

al su

rger

yw

here

som

eone

else

was

bei

ng e

xam

ined

w

hile

the

seas

ons

chan

ged

outs

ide.

It w

as O

ctob

er b

ut

it w

as s

ll h

ot a

nd ra

iny

and

I dre

amt a

bout

chi

ldre

ntr

ick-

or-t

rea

ng

in

oran

ge c

ostu

mes

but m

y br

othe

r was

n’t

one

of th

em.

I dre

amt t

hat h

e w

as a

scar

ecro

w, st

andi

ng

alon

e in

a fi

eld.

Sher

ry O

’Kee

fe

Brea

kfas

t at t

he O

wl C

afé

Li

fe is

the

stor

y of

bod

ies t

hat l

earn

ed to

con

tain

the

sea.

W

illia

m B

ryan

t Log

an

He’ll

com

e do

wn

from

the

mou

ntai

nev

ery fi

h S

unda

y in

June

to si

p coff e

e fr

om a

hot

spoo

n. T

his

me

you’

ll te

ll hi

m y

ou a

re le

arni

ng

to co

ntai

n th

e se

a. T

hese

wor

ds—

out l

oud

and

yes,

he’

ll lis

ten,

bal

anci

ng

his s

poon

on

the

thic

k sa

ucer

, th

e so

und

plea

sing

to a

qui

et ro

om.

He’ll

stud

y yo

u, b

ut m

easu

re?

No.

He’

s the

sort

to c

onsid

er: y

ou a

re

not d

ivisi

ble.

Las

t m

e he

was

the

one

to ta

lk o

f rep

laci

ng st

ar n

g w

ith le

arni

ng.

Bu e

r mel

ng

on h

ot c

akes

, lem

on zi

ngin

g on

you

r ton

gues

, eac

h br

eakf

ast m

ust b

e la

s n

g. H

is is

a na

me

you’

ll ne

ver w

rite

on a

pho

to. T

here

’s no

nee

d to

wor

k at

rem

embe

ring

him

. Lik

e iro

n di

ssol

ving

in w

ater

, the

bro

wns

an

d re

ds re

mai

n. A

nd w

hen

he le

aves

, yo

u’ll

see

him

off

with

a c

asua

l wav

e.

The

way

a b

urro

’s ta

il sw

ishes

onc

e.

Calm

. Ste

ady.

Sta

y.

Sher

ry O

’Kee

fe

Wat

erco

lors

Nee

d to

Avo

id D

irect

Sun

light

fo

r N

It’s b

een

so lo

ng si

nce

she

knew

blu

e&

how

it sp

read

s whe

n dr

oppe

d w

here

sky

brea

ks in

to se

a.

She

writ

es. S

ays s

he fo

rget

s now

whi

ch h

and

to u

se w

hen

she

pain

ts.

Ora

nge

bego

nias

nee

d sh

ade,

too,

I rep

ly. I

slide

them

, in

a po

t, be

neat

h th

e sp

ruce

tree

in m

y fr

ont y

ard.

Shad

ows d

eepe

n th

e sh

ock

of c

olor

,is

the

last

that

she

writ

es b

ack.

Kris

n L

aFol

le e

Enzy

mes

I dre

amt t

hat a

n x-

ray

show

ed m

y he

art

was

miss

ing

I wish

I co

uld

see

thro

ugh

your

ey

es

that

are

som

e m

es

gree

n an

d so

me

mes

br

own

like

you

mig

ht b

e tw

o pe

ople

at o

nce

Like

you

mig

ht h

ave

two

hear

ts

crus

hed

toge

ther

in th

e sa

me

cavi

ty

As if

you

rege

nera

te, l

ike

a liv

er

Mich

ael L

auch

lan

Hung

er L

ake

Ridi

ng u

pdra

s. h

awks

circ

le. G

eese

pec

k in

mud

,an

d a

swal

low

fl ap

s low

ac

ross

the

wat

er. I

star

efr

om a

doc

k, d

azed

by h

igh

sun.

In d

istan

tsh

allo

ws,

a g

ray

ball

unfu

rls in

to a

slen

der S

an

d st

ands

like

a d

el

vase

that

surv

ived

the

war

. Th

e st

ance

suits

a h

eron

.

Last

nig

ht, u

nqui

et,

I pac

ed a

nd st

ewed

.I m

ay w

atch

the

hero

n un

l w

ings

ope

n an

dsh

e ris

es to

the

tree

whe

re sh

e w

orke

d la

st

Mar

ch, r

ecei

ving

s c

ksan

d re

eds f

rom

her

mat

e,sh

apin

g th

em in

to a

nes

t. I s

ll w

on’t

get i

t,bu

t I a

dmire

wha

t I le

ast

rese

mbl

e. N

ot a

n ac

hesp

read

ing

to w

eary

legs

an

d gl

assy

eye

s, n

ot h

unge

rth

at sh

arpe

ns a

c o

n or

kill

s it

alto

geth

er--m

ine

lurk

s lik

e de

sire

for fi

sh

that

ne

ver s

wam

this

lake

. N

o he

ron

squi

rms w

hile

Darr

en M

orris

Wal

king

Out

The

forc

e of

one

’s w

ill is

sim

ply

the

forc

e of

the

univ

erse

, no

grea

ter,

no le

ss, a

nd p

erha

ps so

met

hing

,th

ough

we

cann

ot se

e it.

It m

ust e

xist

.Th

e so

hea

ving

of j

oy w

hen

it affl

ict

s,or

the

way

a so

b m

ight

tran

scen

dou

r wre

tche

dnes

s. F

or m

e, le

t it b

eth

e sin

gle

dog

pack

of m

oonl

ight

that

has

mad

e its

way

to e

arth

, cut

by th

e th

in, f

roze

n fi n

gers

of t

he tr

ees.

Darr

en M

orris

Rum

ors o

f Exi

sten

ce

Whe

n th

ings

get

real

ly b

adI t

hink

of o

rbita

l mec

hani

csan

d th

e gr

eat h

ives

of w

inte

rst

ars.

And

fl yi

ng fo

rty

thou

sand

feet

ove

r an

icy

plan

etin

to th

e go

dles

s nat

ure

of g

od.

The

li le

ferr

y bo

ats o

f lig

htw

e so

me

mes

glim

pse

belo

w,by

circ

umst

ance

of c

loud

less

ness

,ar

e, in

real

ity, e

n re

tow

ns,

just

as w

ith th

e la

st c

andl

e fl i

cker

of a

mem

ory

befo

re it

is re

plac

ed,

som

e m

es b

y no

thin

g m

ore

than

ano

ther

pas

seng

erad

jus

ng

her s

leep

, snu

ffi ng

the

read

ing

light

abo

ve u

s, a

ndth

e da

rk w

hisp

er th

at ru

shes

in.

Sket

ch

A se

ated

mod

el sh

own

from

the

side,

an

old

pain

ter a

nd, o

n th

e ea

sel,

his i

mag

e of

her

from

the

fron

t. In

the

sket

ch, t

he m

odel

thin

ks

that

it’s

ge n

g co

ld, t

hat t

he la

te li

ght

so e

ning

mak

es h

im lo

ok a

t her

ev

en m

ore

inte

ntly,

pai

n n

g, th

en

stop

ping

to sc

ratc

h on

a p

ad.

Whe

n he

com

es c

lose

r, ho

ldin

g th

e br

ush

like

a ba

ton,

she

can

smel

l gar

lic

from

lunc

h. H

e lik

ed th

e fi s

h m

ore

than

she

and

ate

with

aba

ndon

, an

d no

w h

is br

eath

is to

o ra

nk

too

clos

e. S

he fi

ghts

the

impu

lse

to sh

i w

hen

he c

omes

nea

r. So

muc

h ha

s bee

n do

ne in

the

last

hou

rs

and

she’

d ha

te to

bre

ak th

e sp

ell,

fear

ing

that

he’

ll sc

rape

the

canv

as b

are

and

begi

n ag

ain

from

not

hing

.Sh

e’s s

een

that

wor

n lo

oktw

ist it

self

into

his

face

, so

she

slow

s her

bre

ath

and

lets

the

mea

ger l

ight

take

her

shap

e.

Mich

ael L

auch

lan

awai

ng

a ris

ing

glin

t.I’l

l lea

rn h

er p

ose

and

hunt

the fi s

h th

at c

ome.

Glor

ia M

onag

han

Torero

The

p o

f you

r sw

ord

gli

ered

in th

e su

nyo

ur w

hite

teet

h ca

tch

the

light

the

gold

bu

ons

of y

our c

oat s

pun

into

your

bod

y ba

rely

pre

ssin

g ag

ains

t the

swea

ng

side

of th

e bu

llth

e sm

all s

wor

ds s

ck

out o

f his

sides

like

an

indi

ca o

nyo

ur d

ance

with

him

; a sp

ecta

cle

you

push

you

r bod

y in

to th

e sw

ea n

g sid

e of

the

blac

k bu

llth

e sw

ords

pin

him

and

dec

orat

e hi

s mas

sive

stre

ngth

your

arm

s ben

t beh

ind

you

like

a da

ncin

g w

oman

. The

lull

of th

e a

ern

oon

se le

s int

o th

e du

stfl i

es h

over

ove

r the

swea

t of t

he b

ull a

nd th

e sw

eat o

n yo

ur b

row

your

brig

ht re

d m

ulet

a fl i

es o

ver h

is bo

dy li

ke a

fl ow

er o

f lus

t. Yo

ur h

ands

are

smea

red

with

the

bloo

d of

the

bull

It is

your

seco

nd k

ill to

day.

The

stan

ds sc

ream

with

terr

or a

nd g

lee.

The

dust

fl ie

s and

se le

s on

your

bla

ck sh

oes.

The

bla

ck b

ull

is dy

ing.

It i

s fou

r o’cl

ock.

Yo

u do

n’t l

ook

at th

e cr

owd.

Yo

u gi

ve th

em n

othi

ng o

f you

r fac

e, n

othi

ng to

moc

k on

ly y

our b

ody

as y

ou sw

ing

and

unfu

rlyo

ur ca

pe, m

ovin

g slo

wly

beyo

nd fe

ar in

and

out o

f the

pat

h of

the

bull

with

out r

eally

eve

r cha

ngin

g pos

i on

, you

r arm

s as g

race

ful a

s a gi

rl. Yo

u lo

ve th

e bl

ack

bull

and

your

dan

ce is

dea

than

d yo

u kn

ow h

e w

ill h

ave

you

even

tual

ly. B

ut n

ow y

ou m

ove

with

gra

ce a

nd st

ealth

Veronica

Ve

roni

ca (n

) a p

ass t

he to

rero

mak

es a

t the

bul

l

to b

ring

him

clo

ser t

o th

e bu

llfi g

hter

’s bo

dy

Ever

y da

y I p

rac

ce

the

step

s ove

r and

ove

rev

ery

day

I mov

e in

and

out

of y

our p

ath

in m

y m

ind

My

arm

s mak

e th

e m

o o

n w

ith th

e ca

pe in

my

hand

s abo

ve y

ouin

the

nigh

t ove

r her

, I m

ake

a m

istak

e an

d am

thin

king

of y

ou

m

y bu

llm

y da

rkne

ss fr

om th

e M

iura

fam

ilyth

e on

e th

at w

ill c

ome

for m

e w

ith it

s hea

vy c

rook

ed h

orn.

I try

and

laug

h it

off .

I jok

e to

my

band

erlil

los.

They

smile

, but

thei

r eye

s see

me

in m

y su

it of

ligh

t. Ev

ery

day

I pra

c c

e th

e st

eps o

ver a

nd o

ver

ever

y m

e I s

ee h

er m

y he

art m

oves

aw

ay a

li le

.

the

gold

bu

ons

gle

am, t

he re

d m

ulet

a fl u

ers

swea

t dra

ws d

own

your

bac

k on

to y

our b

acks

ide

an o

ld w

oman

pro

ceed

s to

her w

indo

w a

nd sh

uts t

he sh

u e

rs.

Glor

ia M

onag

han

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