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By Kathleen Hellen
I sit in the front row of
bleachers -- cheap seats for greater grief.
By Kathleen O'Toole
He arrived first as a student of geology
in the bicentennial year.
By Melanie Graham
She appears again, 2-year-old riding her hip,
grief so great he can see through her birkha, past Qualaday,
into the kitchen, his mother nurturing chicken
in popping grease.
By Vanessa Huang
May you rest
By Kim Jensen
You know the economy's bad
when people are lined up around the block
to apply for the job
of the wicked witch.
By Alan King
The president of pride's been overthrown
by a coup.
The president of humility shakes his head.
By Kim Roberts
Wheels, whisks, wishbones,
silhouette of a tiny pine.
Birds in flight and fiddlehead ferns.
By Jose Padua
I give to you a portrait of America in trash.
I give it to you with love and respect, America:
mountains of beer cans crumpled, plastic figures
By Naomi Ayala
And now, where the moon
rose behind here,
three stories loom—
By Heather Davis
The lights in your home channel 29 men, their
soot stained clothes, last breaths, crystalline sweat
let loose on black rock