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TREES by David Lawrence
The log that fell into the river went for a long swim into a hidden country where logs were the dominant culture and the trees wept as they saw their barky cousins floating home.
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BIRTHDAY by Lauren Hilger
On a stone wall, no one around I stole my mom’s mink stole I stare the doe in the face self-reflection in a lap pool March, my month, cold I want this to be the last awful cake white on white of winter
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Reprise by Kathleen Hellen
Reflex. Automatic. My son with that look when I slapped him. Something in the genes, the violence of pathways reenacting: biologies of caterwaul of bottle-fights of fists into the wall. I saw Mother with her twin colossals jug-drunk dancing jigs.
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