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Volume Four Issue One

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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

Margaret Walther

On the Way to Your Funeral

I keep trying to find you. I-76 east from Denver. How often I have driven this road, the flat distance that soothes, the familiar clumps of weed. Sunflowers seamed this country on the way to Father's funeral. Brown centers moved to the heat of August's eye. As your brown, city eyes followed him to farm. Palpable, his presence on this land. An unexpected comfort — cows munching. Two and a half long years alone, you, held stiff whispered, Why can I not cry? stumbling in and out of hospital, the home, stroke after stroke razing your stubbled mind. Now, winter lines the roadside, the sun hides its bitter eye. Sunflower parched seed. I never knew who you were. The horizon, a thread unraveling. Come Sterling, where I was born, the garment will be undone. The only place I can find you, in the frayed scraps of snow, sporadically ripped apart by the wind.

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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