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Again.
by Michelle Taylor

Junkie
by Elizabeth Schott

Looking-glass
by Heather Williams Elder

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by Violeta Garcia-Mendoza

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Water Sprite
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POETRY

First Trimester
by Tonya Ward Singer

Molasses tired
I heave my eyelids open,
drag heavy legs
towards the pulsing day

commitments flicker, taunt
at a tunnel's distant end
luring me forward
though I'd rather sleep 'till May

I struggle to focus outward
when every cell in my body
draws inward to make
you, a future
swaddled in my flesh

Tonya Ward Singer is a published author with an M.F.A. from Goddard College (2005). Her creative publications include the memoir "A Taste of Home" in the Seal Press anthology Expat: Women's True Tales of Life Abroad (2002) and "By the Book," in the Sunday section of the San Francisco Chronicle (2001). Her poetry has won local awards and been featured in Sonoma County transit buses. She is the mother of a toddler and newborn. Read Tonya's poem "Rooting."