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...Janée J. Baugher © 2012 by Virginia Tech 2012 Janée J. Baugher What Children Know Dandelions yellow under nails nail coffins shut. The yellow of senses are sensed from a distance where pigtails bob and the thickness of June is immortal. Yellow feet-pajamas...

... the box of smokes red. With a yellow seal, like a blister, and a pale see-through wrapper. So the brown-haired boy put the matches in his blue denim drawers. First the uncle in the chair coughed a cough that was almost a laugh. Then he sucked air from tubes, from a tank. Then his skin...

...Dan Morris © 2016 Dan Morris 2016 Dan Morris A Lesson from Nature In the woods, up the hill, behind my house, at age six, I found a hole in the ground, quarter size, emitting and receiving yellow jackets. They flowed like an open faucet, all about the day’s...

...Joan Mazza © 2007 the minnesota review 2007 18 the minnesota review Joan Mazza Check Out Girl Seeing who filled their cart with fresh oranges and leafy dark escarole, broccoli rabe, or frozen dinners, who bought yeast in small yellow...

... confirmed whatever happened happened up in the yellow guest room. And the cold spot, just inside the door —​Chad and I would stand within its circle, counting off long seconds with Mickey Mouse, laugh and squirm until that more than physical chill buckled our knees. Cool tiles...

... and even that was standardized, choices being light blue, light green, beige and yellow. The houses are small though designed to look ranch-like. They have nearly flat roofs that extend beyond their facades. Where the roofs end they're supported by beams, making front porches, which most of us...

... this tree, suck the lemons and all the sweetly tart juices dry. They had a lready set up camp beneath the leaves. That s how they start out. At first, just lots of walking, marching, but I knew better. When I wasn t watching, they were burrowing into the yellow rinds, lapping up the tangy liquid. Even...

... their elegant lashes. A yellow snake unwound from a corner and flicked a dark tongue at me. I went up to the counter with a plastic seaweed decoration, the cheapest thing I could find. I like your pins, I said, and he looked down at his chest, like he was reminding himself what they were. Oh, nice. Thanks. He...

..., yellow, hanging fuzzy balls dangled and danced. Judging from the way she kept fanning herself with a paper plate and pushing Crenshaw away whenever he started panting near her, I guessed the sweater made her pretty warm and uncomfortable. I asked her about it when my folks were off showing her...

... York : Simon and Schuster , 1992 . Harte Bret . “ A Yellow Dog .” A Treasury of the Dog . Ed. Woods Ralph L. . New York : Putnam’s Sons , 1956 . “ Hidden Victims of Mortgage Crisis: Pets .” Associated Press 29 Jan. 2008 . “ Promoting Eugenics in America .” < http...

... storms in the night, and when they weren’t atop of him, he watched the lightning racing down from the clouds, hot veins of white lava, the clouds abloom with white and blue and yellow-red heat, sometimes the band of lightning reaching down and dipping into the water, its spindly veins...

... knew had not breathed a second of life since he left them. Rhonda worked through three slices of cake while she listened, easing hunks of sand-colored cake and smears of soft yellow frosting off the edge of her fork. He had stayed with her since, all ten of these days, and had not yet had...

...Halley Furlong-Mitchell © 2020 Halley Furlong-Mitchell 2020 Halley Furlong-Mitchell the ascent of what human from slime last night was the last night I drink the worm hang yellow from the cloth wrung out wearing your tongue in pieces I have died three times this minute and met no one damp...

... sides hammered in, hammered out —​ honking and beeping and jeering of yellow machines and green lifts and a variety of multi-mud excavators, their men boisterous with work and rage. Something squeaks by on wheels. More lumber in the dumpster, less peace...

... jump on the wide, ridged foot pads. The tool collects perfect cylinders hairy with grass. All summer I've longed for daffodils, their yellow cups blasting spring sun, but now it's fall. Looking forward, my grandfather planted them in cooling soil by the hundreds with his crooked brown...

... the yellow, pressed them to my forearm until it shook, daffodil bruise flushing near my elbow. I thinned the pale skin into a leaf cracking with a low cry. Every night after I left I shook my body into sleeping. How far my arms could reach...

... into gelatinous oneness, the caramel scent of sugar wafting as they sank into amorphous puddle —​no screams, no wicked witch melting on yellow road. Left exposed, they become that road, hard as brick —​yet still desired despite their stalwart staleness. minnesota review 87...

... bite, or the bone-chill from his dream’s winter starving, which he can’t push down, not even by thinking of bloodletting’s old ways, with leeches and spring-loaded lancets, of course he flecks the clean porcelain yellow, so down the stairs softly he goes and out...

.... The shed stands like a ghost at the end of the garden, patient and pale. Mrs. Peterson steps inside before you, and you reach around her for the light. Yellow shudders over everything. A thread of shame tugs in your stomach to see the mess you've left, the look on her face as she surveys the cluttered room...

... at the end, beating like a metronome in a kitchen, practicing its rhythms of pour and stir as she lit the gaslight on the stove, waiting for the blue ames to jump up, embrace the pan. To fry those eggs so the yellow would drip on its plate like an oil painting in progress. It was the new blue sweater...