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stormy night—
when the lights go out
he teaches me to tango
Becky Reich
Hollandale, WI |
I thought I knew you Queen Anne's lace
Lee Gurga
Champaign, IL |
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returning geese—
the neighbor comes over
to kibbitz
Barry George
Philadelphia, PA |
apple blossoms—
discovering grandmother
eloped
J. Zimmerman
Santa Cruz, CA |
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my father's funeral—
I thought
it would be bigger
Ken Olson
Yakima, WA |
adagio
she brushes back a wisp
of her daughter's hair
Victor Ortiz
San Pedro, CA |
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blackberry brambles
her story
not mine to tell
Carolyn Hall
San Francisco, CA |
breaking up a sentence fragment
Tom Painting
Atlanta, GA |
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the fragrance
of night blooming cacti . . .
her buttons undone
Paresh Tiwari
Hyberabad, India |
cave dwellings . . .
I follow a lizard
up the trail
Aubrie Cox
Taylorville, IL |
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far Japan
now as close as
the tip of my brush
Lidia Rozmus
Vernon Hills, IL |
sundial . . .
all the time
spent looking for what's lost
Bill Pauly
Asbury, IA |
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my doctor asks
if my tongue is sore
now it is
John J. Han
Manchester, MO |
wherever I am with her Paris
Robert Epstein
El Cerrito, CA |
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retracing my steps
the bread crumbs
of her parting words
Bob Lucky
Jubail, Saudi Arabia |
after the diner
I look more carefully
at plain women
John Stevenson
Nassau, NY |
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mole hill
the little good
it does me
Glenn G. Coats
Prospect, VA |
thistledown children drifting away
Lorin Ford
Melbourne, Australia |
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just before
the casket closes
fixing mother's hair
Jerome J. Cushman
Victor, NY |
bad weather
in an envelope
I put a stamp on it
Randy Brooks
Decatur, IL |
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local bar
the child hopscotches
on the tile
Gayle Bull
Mineral Point, WI |
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nuclear winter
LeRoy Gorman
Napanee, ON |
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ice cream cart
two foot police chatting
with a pretty girl
Marian Olson
Santa Fe, NM |
sounds from the bog
Emily and a nobody hear them
summer night
Cor van den Heuvel
New York, NY |
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