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BOY IN A FIELD by Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick
Boy in a field understand The lame Hearted go to him mouth filled Broken He brings the horses Of his grandfather His hands wheat Heavy I have seen him Monster himself With river-sickness and a girl His mother Maybe as a girl It is hard to say
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TOWN OF THE BELOVED by Allison Seay
We rested on a blanket by the water where I combed the sand and spoke your name gently You slept but I was not tired and never have I studied the fullness of a back not even of the dying
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GOSSIP TOWN by Allison Seay
When Esther is pouting and knows I am bored with her she asks if I am having one of my Days, and I say What? meaning no, meaning yes I am, and she says again and louder, “Are you having one of your Days” and the word Days is like a string of beads she…
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