Finding You on the Harmony Road by Pat Anthony
I drive gravel roads to lift this darkness a clenched fist around the day, crowding heart, ribs, squeezing air from laboring lungs count Rose of Sharon beginning to bloom beside…
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Vinterfelt by Chris Wheeler
I went back to my childhood home and midst the rustle of the new year took a walk through back-acre trails. Stomping grounds of old have grown cold. I remember…
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There Are Railroad Tracks that Run Through this Town by Leah Angstman
that go somewhere, but I’ve never known where. Somewhere, on both sides, we’re connected to someone else’s town, but in between is here. And here smells of spiraea and lilacs,…
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Sweet Corn from a Roadside Stall by Leah Angstman
“Quarter a ear,” she says, “I’ll shuck it for a extra nickel.” She needs the nickel more than I— the accent hard and guttural, back of the throat—haven’t the heart…
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The Empire State by Peter Ivarson
I look up at the night In my rural hometown Where the only light source Is the moon and evening stars And no car to be seen for miles On…