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Mathias Svalina: The Stomach Ache

May 11th, 2011

(for 1 to 6 players) One child is the Stomach. The other children are the Aches. A rectangle is drawn in the dirt & the Stomach is blindfolded, ear-plugged &

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Mathias Svalina: Animal Chase

May 11th, 2011

(for 5 or more players) Two bases are marked off, at either end of America. Each child takes the name of an Animal. One child is It. He stands in

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Josh Rathkamp: For the First Time in Years

May 11th, 2011

She reached in to the second drawer down, the one beneath her socks, the one that held everything: Nyquil, allergy pills, a bag of spare toothbrushes, and in her hand

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Yvonne C. Murphy: Nests

May 11th, 2011

I can’t get settled, the floor scattered with boxes, each day filled with unpacking, placing and building. Pigeons shuffle on the fire escape or sleep with heads tucked into iridescent

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Marilyn McCabe: In Vino Veritas

May 11th, 2011

I. Sacred as a blessing, profane as a drunk; we always break the glass: Just as the pulp slips from the skin so the ferment bares something in us. Opens

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Teresa Leo: The Heart has the Capacity to Break and  

   Reset a Million Times

May 11th, 2011

But it’s the million and first, say, that begins in a cab to Woodside, Queens with a hockey player, who’s also a musician and a city planner, who might be

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Keetje Kuipers: Speaking as the Mail Poet

May 11th, 2011

I would like to write the fistfight poem, which I have never had the pleasure of (I hit him once but he wouldn’t hit me back) or I might visit

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Kathryn Hunt: The Visitation

May 11th, 2011

Last night a black fox came to the door, its eyes turning to ice when the light caught them. It considered me through the glass, loped away while I ran

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James Engelhardt: Regarding the Distance Between  

   Our Suburbs

May 11th, 2011

It was bitter vacation he will tell you, an ocean of stinging and poisonous things. Nightclubs of women wearing only three starfish, drinking curaƧao, not sharing black cigarettes with him.

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Rob Talbert: The Last Scene in Casablanca

May 11th, 2011

Everything’s already for sale so I shoplifted color from the world, brought you and I closer to static on dead channels. Now I confuse flowers with garbage. Now I can

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