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Volume Four Issue One

Cover

Masthead

Terry Mulert:
Innocence

Andrea O'Rourke:
Driving in the Rain in Atlanta

Heather Derr-Smith:
The Chase

David Sullivan:
George Bush Eats Shoe (In My Dreams)

Laurie Barton:
Contact High

Maureen Kingston:
First Love, Age 8

Alan King:
Vacant

Margaret Walther:
On the Way to Your Funeral

Laura Merzig Fabrycky:
Almonds

Anne Barngrover:
Hail Annie

Louis Gallo:
Mercy

Laura Merzig Fabrycky

Finished

Snaking through villages in the north at springtime, we are hunting the black iris: Iris petrana. I will gather these rare velvet spectacles of mourning and royalty in my shallow basket and then scatter their beardless petals in the streets of Ajloun, among the fallen pine needles of Dibeen. I shed my tears outside Palestine, oh, precious Palestine — died. We ring you with black iris petals, for it is finished, and we hear in the grey olive leaves, a final, divine exhale.

Karen J. Weyant:
The Summer I Stopped Catching Bees

Laura Merzig Fabrycky:
Finished

Kristin Roedell:
Exorcism at Half Time

Heather Derr-Smith:
Three Wolves, December Storm, Boundary Waters

Susan Alkaitis:
Undone

Terry Mulert:
Inside Walls

Jennifer Yeatts:
Hip Poem

Brenda Paro:
I Keep Having This Dream

Corinna McClanahan Schroeder:
We Are Learning to Be Silent Together —

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