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Points of Entry
by Abbie Barker
Sometime before dawn, my son climbs into my bed. “The bat woke me,” he says.

The Night Yard
by Ellen Romano
My mother has asked me if I see / wild animals around town. / She moves in and out of lucidity

Toward the End of March
by Justin Hunt
Pollen dusts our yard. The oaks, heavy / with seed, rake the past from wind, / and an old friend’s voice comes to me

Two-Man Saw
by B. Fulton Jennes
Dutch elm disease took its toll / on the once-lush sentinel by our pond— / a titan I often climbed to the very top

Items on the Nebraska Homestead, 1889
by Pam Vap
a white lily / with sails of petals / above the pink blush on the weak stem

Night Flight
by Judy Kaber
It’s been a long two weeks and I’m ready to leave. / I ask myself: / Are you really the man I once married?

Sleep While the Baby Sleeps
by Jackleen Holton
Sleep while the baby sleeps, / they tell you, and so you begin, like one having to learn / everything all over again, to take sleep in small sips

Send It, Send It
by Karen Paul Holmes
Send it out, send it / to your mother spinning in another universe / your father too

The Likes of Us
by Ken Holland
Another ancient folk singer has died / and of course out come your stories

How Time Works on the Southern Plains
by Justin Hunt
I think of what it means to leave a childhood, / the death I’ll die when I shutter our house / and drive Mom away