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Beth Williams

Horticulture I bow my headand you label the posewilting, assume my tongueis bone dry. Wine is not a cryfor help, water seldom a poolto bathe....

Jenna Baillargeon

Cicada Summer Like cicadas, I just want to cry and cry too: through the whole month of June, I unleashed gnarls of heartache from my throat until the...

Rebecca Brock

Scientists Determine Time Perception Varies Between Animals Start with a flashing light, electrodes—and measure how quickly perceptionshifts the light solid—call it timescale: a finer mesh,a...

Dana Kinsey

Show Me, Earth, Your Day under your cerulean umbrella with its silver-spoked bluejay roads, open my eyes, Eos. Earth of jazzy oceans scatting & frolicking, daydreams frothy as giggling clouds,...

Sharon Lee Snow

The Kids Don’t Want Our Stuff Throw away your antique chair, crushedvelvet cradling grandma’s slightskeleton like a pearl—Youbalanced carefullyon her ancient unbendingknees. Give awaythe bric-a-brac,...

Fran Westwood

Further Down To reach below turquoise waves and snapping teeth you took it into you You eat breath, hungry like a singer Moving all the way down in long strokes away from...

Wendy Wisner

Reading the News If you tell me the story of the girlshot twice in the back by her father,I’ll walk into this August night, crickets chirping...

Karen Kilcup

Becoming Desire Grandmother’s garden always lured: blue-black tulips, glistening bruises, unsubtle blurting poppies. Prone as her peonies after rain, I lay waiting to feel their exhalations on my cheek. I...

Kristy Gledhill

You’re Done If you’ve spied the tender, mud- bound shoot—once the day has shown some faint sign of lengthening— its twin pokes its promise from your sleepy, light-deprived winter mind,...

Sandra Fees

Yet No Less Happy On my birthday I vacuum my study then get carried away, sweep through the bedroom, bathroom. I drink an extra cup of coffee, praise...

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