Spring/Summer 2013

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Out of Town Rose

The Rose is out of town. Emily Dickinson You will have to go on with your life, all of me says, bracing, hands in my pockets. On the vine by the house, the old house, where I have been before someo...
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Limbo

I In communal auscultation, we listen to the umbilical roar, the swish and clutch of blood pushing back on itself, as if the force of it has hit rock. When nothing more can be done, there is a pause, as...
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Infusion Room

--For Barb In the waiting room they are afraid of talk shows and the Home and Garden channel. They’re trying not to think about themselves— after all they’re just the family— this is someone else’s treat...
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Stepping Stones

Nothing in nature is a metaphor. Everything is. Stephen Dunn And you never knew they were there until morning fog had fallen into every spider’s web, exposing hundreds. Remember rubbing nickels, pencil ...
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Consolation

I should have known, the way the waxwings whispered from the birch-tops. Or from the seed-filled bear scat by the lake, or how the ridgeline coyotes yipped, as if to say: yo, watch your insulin. A visitor, ...