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Poetry

At the Birth of a Third Daughter, on the Eve of World War,

At the birth of a third daughter, on the eve of world war,my grandfather refused to look at heror come in from the barn.In that old country, deepwithin my newborn mother,in my invisible ovary home,

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Liquirizia*

Dominic Holt

Tell me Grandfatherdid you ever try to scrub outyour dark Mediterranean skin your Camelsoriginal Napolitano tongue

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Sister

Kathryn Gahl

My sister doesn’t do sad.She tried it on a few times, different styles, different sizes— nothing quite fit. Either too loudor too dark, too tight or too baggy, she’d say.

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1967

Susan Martell Huebner

It was that summer19 years old I lived alonefevered with independenceefficiency apartment on Summit Avenuescratch cushions pull-out couchGoodwill dishes my boyfriend and I

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The Agility of Chopsticks

Karen Loeb

By age three everything’s in place.There’s a closet for storing languagewith all the nouns and verbs on hooks and hangersknowing their places, who comes first

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Gaia’s Song

Thomas Davis

I rummaged around in words all day,changing this one, discarding that one,snipping, pruning, and adding, a gardenerworking in a field of meaning flowers.

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Carbon

Max Garland

You think the elements know the difference between the inanimate and us?

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150 Years Tall, Many Fathoms Deep

Margaret Rozga

See through these words, colors,movements, measures See firstgreen shoot, see roots taking hold

and up at the source, seefissure in the ground, seeclear cold water, a spring

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Nineteen Forty-five

Jeri McCormick

I am lazing around, sharing my attic roomwith Cincinnati’s swelter and three more booksfrom the library—Girl of the Limberlost, Jo’s Boys,Dr. Doolittle—when the church bells begin to ring