Jul/Aug 2008

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LeeAnn Pickrell

(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole piece!)

Between Market and Mission

I want to tell you three things,Ē he says.

Two months since the last poem

Why in the two months since you left
did words leave too?

My mind hums within

My mind hums within
your hour of grace.


I moved here from Texas
I tunneled a hole through dirt
as a child digs for China

What I canít ask

Did the pink tulips
bloom on the catís grave?