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Poetry

Crossing Guard

when you diethis lady named alicebut probably karenwalks you across the street

I always wanted to be like the wild women in old movieswho have whole storm systems of electric hair,who are earthy and hotten things upand whose great talent is in letting themselvesgo, go, go. Oh, let it be me,

Poetry

Stirring

Karen Loeb

"Always stirfrom left to right,"my mother saidmoving the wooden spoonthrough the chocolate pudding.

After allGrandma stirredfrom left to right.

Poetry

Liturgy of the Swallow

Dion Kempthorne

While Cardinal Swanson flareshis satin sleeves on high to let flythe word of God, the little bird,swift and sweet as a stolen kiss,having lost its way in, seekinga way out, tries flying

Poetry

Interior Landscape

Judith Harway

In the window, hung on fishing line, three prismed crystal globescatch and refract whatever rays dive down between apartment blocks:kaleidoscoping stars of rose, blue, saffron light dance crazily

Poetry

The We of Two Horses

Jeanie Tomasko

Even one and one’s loneliness,the we of our cats or the we of

two horses in the autumn field,side to side, head to rump,

Poetry

Osmazome

Jeremy Behreandt

briefcases into the dinosaur, counterfactual jackals slavering centipedes in stone: that’s a fine spelunking! way to beak the ink face, gerrymander. to press always fibers between plate glass, a way to break snakeskin boots in!