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Dan Hawkins
after Seamus Heaney Where the building straddled the lake, where students took their ease in winter, where the algae scummed the surface, around the corner from the cafeteria where I mistook a black olive for a grape, I had the first intimations of the wonder that wracked my decades then departed. Before doubt, before jittery…
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Lynn Fanok
I have a recurring dream of riding my bike past your house, you sitting cross-legged on your porch. I wave, drop my bike. We string a cat’s cradle, sing pat-a-cake rhymes, weave chain bracelets from red clover. It was your idea to pledge our friendship by sharing a stick of bubble gum you pulled from…
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Julien Griswold
I am fortunate only now to learn the color of fresh death. Pallid. Parched, even when waterlogged like bread chasing butter. Once my sisters and I dropped tiny brine shrimp into a fishbowl and called them primates. A step on the evolutionary branch swelling, I watched them wondering if people were ever so small. My…
