Parking Lot Birds Favor Older Cars,

by Michael Mark

clunkers,
shifting twig foot to twig foot
like tweed-coated squatters around
trash can fires.  Continue reading

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The Plot

by Matthew Bruce

We lie with compost squeezed
between our fingers. Honey-
dew, cantaloupe rinds make
small tombstones. Black-
banana mash leaks boozy
gas into the rosemary. Continue reading

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England, 1580

by Kathryn Haueisen
(from Mayflower Chronicles: The Tale of Two Cultures)

William rode on alone for another half hour until he spotted a house at the edge of a forest. Smoke rising from the stone chimney gave him hope this might be where he and Good Fortune could rest for the night. A dog barking announced his approach. William stayed mounted as the barking spaniel ran circles around them. Good Fortune moved back and forth and side to side to dodge the dog. Mercifully, the horse didn’t rear up. Continue reading

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Charts

by Alex Thomas

Run the numbers again and hope
that you come up with something
more sure of your survival. Run

the numbers again and hope for
a new figure on the other side
of the equals sign. The New
Yorkers tell me that they gauge Continue reading

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Paperwhites

by Dia Roth

My mother leaves behind paperwhites, gifts
for my dog in her handwriting,
books of poetry, no note. I mine them

for semi-precious stones,
admissions of remorse, scabs picked
off and left behind, but come up Continue reading

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