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Julie Enszer The painters call before we move into the new house. Ma’am, they say—
I am not old enough to be a ma’am, but I don’t correct them—
Ma’am, they say, we smell gas.
I dismiss their concern. I say, Keep painting.
Kendra DeColo It is easy to believe
we are separate entities,
you and I
as I wait, a fish in the chasm
Rachel M. Simon the name altered from parent's choosing
the threshold of a home
white gloves on the windowsill
Kim Roberts O augury seeker,
know and be aware...
In the book of divination,
Judith Arcana You read the tiny cardboard book before
you scratch the strip under Augie's New Pizza
on the back of MIA:We still don't know
Jane Seitel I wake into yet another day of doubt
creeping in as ants through a warped doorjamb.
The morning news brings new atrocities
Margit Berman The day Obama decided enough was enough
and turned off his TV and slept well for the first time since 2007,
and Nancy Pelosi decided enough was enough
Kim Roberts Wheels, whisks, wishbones,
silhouette of a tiny pine.
Birds in flight and fiddlehead ferns.
Yvette Neisser Moreno So this is how they decided to take him—
at the end of his life,
his frame shrunken, his wild rambling days over
Yael Flusberg after the first three hours
the temperature dropped to visible breath.
my fall coat no longer protected and my toes