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Deji Adesoye
Changming Yuan
Violeta Allmuca
Beppe Costa
Engjell I. Berisha
Narendra Kumar Arya
Akwu Sunday Victor
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Laszlo Slomovits
Stefania Battistella
Agron Shele
Lana Bella
Fahredin Shehu
Alan Britt
Silvia Scheibli
Shutta Crum
Running Cub
Alex Ferde
Irsa Ruci
Jennifer Burd
Paul B. Roth
Richard Gartee
Elisavietta Ritchie
Peycho Kanev
Helen Gyigya
Amit Parmessur
Sneha Subramanian Kanta
Robert Nisbet
Jeton Kelmendi
Duane Locke

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Richard Lynch
Jean McNerney
Fred Wolven

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UPHILL

Flex your knees.
Keep your hips loose, and
lean in—heartwise—to the incline.
Don’t bother with looking back.
Breathe.
Find a dog to come along.
He will witness without rebuke or blame.
Breathe deeper.
Let each footfall accept its fate.
When you’re ready, look up.
See. There’s the lost lamb
            grazing in the high meadows
            amid wild cicely.
Wait while she ruminates.
She’ll want to confer upon the weather,
upon the elemental tide in the blood,
and upon the arcane geometry of sedges.
Sit a while. Breathe the anise scented air.
Squint into blue distances.
A far river will wink knowingly.
A half-forgotten horizon will grace you with forgiveness.
The lamb will wander again.
It is her nature. She is not ungrateful.
Rise. Taste the tang of wildness on the wind. It is good.
Go on—heartwise.

Shutta Crum, Ann Arbor, Michigan