By Holly Mitchell
1. After the beginning of the gallop, there are counts when the horse is in the air, her legs withdrawn...
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- By John TickhillIn springtime, chief of all seasons, in May when new joys rise and flourish, the sun is lord and messenger...
- By Tomás Q. MorínIn this life, there are starsand there are stunt doubles.Before I became one of those fathersobsessed...
- By Tayi TibbleRinsing the sea salt out of our bikinis with the drinking water and getting a slap upside the head from...
- By Tracy K. Smith200 cows more than 600 hilly acres property would have been even larger had J not sold 66 acres to DuPont...
- By C. D. WrightWater Cold as it sounds The storm glass Refilled and sealed With a wine cork The spout spilling over...
- By Chris AbaniA stream in a forest and a boy fishing, heart aflame, head hush, tasting the world— lick and pant. The...
- By Jim DanielsThe strongest boy in our high school on the edge of Detroit did not play sports—he would’ve had to cut...
- By Jaswinder BolinaHow the sweat-drenched vendors hawk Old Styles to the drunken disorderlies— who are us!—in the pilsner...
- By Susan BrowneI swim my laps today, slowly, slowly, reaching my arms out & over, my fleshly oars, the water silken...
- By Arthur SzeA woman moves through a Cloud Hands position, holding and rotating an invisible globe—thud, shattering...
- By Nikki GiovanniDuring the age Of segregation There was a park Purchased by Dr. Cal Johnson For Black children to play...
- By Natalie E. IllumA swimming pool hotter than bathwater. Chlorine haze. My mother along the edge encouraging me, with ...
- By Osip MandelstamI was washing at night out in the yard— the heavens glowing with rough stars. A star-beam like salt ...
- By Katie Hartsock"I love rabbits,' you're supposed to say around a bonfire when wind blows smoke in your face. Admit ...
- By Katie HartsockMid-morning, a girl and dog attend the woods, the lilies of the valley just shy thin shoots. The Boy...
- By Christell Victoria RoachThe boys box-out in twos, shuffling on the balls of their feet like they got the ghost. They circle ...
- By Kwoya Fagin MaplesMy brother still bites his nails to the quick, but lately he’s been allowing them to grow. So much hurt...
- By M. Bartley SeigelOn this cross-quarter day, quick to temper and cool, your long lashes startle me with their rime of ...
- By Beth Ann FennellyWe thought the birds were singing louder. We were almost certain they were. We spoke of this, when we...