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'Deji W. Adesoye
Chris Lord
Ali Znaidi
Paul B. Roth
Umm-e-Aiman Vejlani
Lyn Lifshin
Laszlo Slomovits
Naim Kelmendi
Richard Kostelanetz
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Jennifer Burd
David Ishaya Osu
Steve Barfield
Miguel A Bernao Burrieza
Richard Gartee
Violeta Allmuca
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Fred Wolven
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Fahredin Shehu
Peter Tase
Nahshon Cook
Al Ortolani
Alex Ferde
Anton Frost
Michelle Bailat-Jones
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Karyn M. Bruce
A. J. Huffman
Michael D. Long
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IN THE NEAR TREES
In the key of wind
autumn oaks
playing sky
at first just the note
of two dry leaves
touching
now becoming three,
becoming
one again.
One breath. And then
just as suddenly
still
I
listen close – still still. Then,
again, in one tree,
and gently on
to another, moving as a tender
look from face to face
to embrace –
now a soft clattering
in an oaken cupboard,
plates rattled
by a passing freight train,
an earthquake far
as Antarctica,
or a shiver of memory – all
the trees now shaking
but not
like an overexcited crowd
clapping, clamoring,
protesting
but like one moved
to a single
yes
coming to us now
and from here
moving on
MEMORY
is rain in a river
and all my sorrows
gather into
the torrent of
that one thick tear
on my mother's
cheek as she held
me howling when
my best friend Alice
moved away and her
family's stationwagon
bound for Illinois
disappeared around
the corner where we
once threw pennies
heads or tails right
or left to try to get
lost together
and I disappeared
into the sixth grade
A CERTAIN AGE
Perhaps we are like the huge
maple
covering the lawn with our leaves
while thousands yet flutter
from branches and twigs
one by one to let go in a breeze
until all that is left is
everything about us
that nourished them
Jennifer Burd, Ypsilanti, Michigan