we is
By Sami Mirandawe is not the singular
dotted i, black figure against
a white background.
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IUDs
By Kim RobertsWheels, whisks, wishbones,
silhouette of a tiny pine.
Birds in flight and fiddlehead ferns.
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So This Is How They Decided to Take Him
By Yvette Neisser MorenoSo this is how they decided to take him—
at the end of his life,
his frame shrunken, his wild rambling days over
The Red Sweater
By Joseph O. Legaspislides down into my body, soft
lambs wool, what everybody
in school is wearing, and for me
Throw Aways
By Judith RocheThey are only boys, though murderers and rapists.
Bad skin is an issue. Candy bars a treat.
Some are fathers. Few have fathers.
Mothers Day
By Frank X WalkerWhen the universe reached out for your daughter's
daughter and she reached out for you, your hands
were too full of furniture to hold her
Verities
By Grace CavalieriMaybe she had dementia,
the old lady in the woolen hat,
I don't know, but she
Road at Ache
By Kazim AliI was whispered along the road at Ache
toward the sun-puddled gate
A Portrait of America in Trash
By Jose PaduaI give to you a portrait of America in trash.
I give it to you with love and respect, America:
mountains of beer cans crumpled, plastic figures
Knowing the Bomb So Well
By Patricia MonaghanAfter the nightly news and four martinis
he quietly begins to draw the inner workings
of the bomb, knowing the explosion needed