From Doris' Red Spaces

   Avenue
   Forest Floor
   March
   Midnight
   Market
   The Real World
   September
   Seventh Grade
   Space

From Buzz

   Mrs. Frumple, 1B
   Mrs. Frumple, 1B
   Gina Kim, Elevator Repair
   M. Leigh Keely, 8C
   Cecil Muttershead, 1D
   Roy and Helen, 2A
   Sylvia, 1A

From Kind

   The Absence of Unnecessary
   Big Pig
   The Dogs and I Walked Our
   Garden
   Mercy
   Love This
   Ringling
   Purple Milkweed
   Coxcomb
   Restriction
The Dogs and I
Walked Our Woods,

and there was a dog, precisely the colors of autumn,
asleep between two trunks by the trail.
But it was a coyote, paws pink
with a clean-through hole in the left,
and a deep hole in the back of the neck,
dragged and placed in the low crotch
of a tree. But it was two coyotes,
the other's hole in the side of the neck,
the other with a dried pool of blood below
the nose, a dried pool below the anus,
the other dragged and placed
in the adjoining low crook, the other's body
a precise mirror of the first. The eyes were closed,
the fur smooth and precisely the colors
of autumn, a little warm to my touch though the bodies
were not. The fur was cells telling themselves
to spin to keep her warm to stand
and hunt and keep. It was a red
autumn leaf on the forest floor, but
it was a blooded brown leaf, and another, because
they dragged the bodies to create a monument
to domination, to the enormous human,
and if I bore a child who suffered to see this,
or if I bore a child who gladdened to see this, or if
I bore a child who kept walking, I could not bear
it, so I will not bear one.