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New York’s Pull |
by Mary Hamrick |
Subways seize her.
Crowded within its capsule
her thin body is trapped by this pirate. |
All Hell at 55 |
by John Grey |
One child sparring at air,
another executing rough aerobics
with flailing arms and legs
or two demons grappling with each other |
Hammer |
by Linda Wojtowick |
He had a lot of fancy tools in the shed
and he felt stubborn about them.
But since his divorce he longed to become
familiar once again with objects around him. |

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