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Caroliena Cabada

Prose poem in which I understand why my mother goes to church in the middle of the night: you can’t get that kind of quiet...

Elizabeth Porter

Scarlet Tanager in the honeyed slant before sunset in the last hemlock grove, I stepped off trail and was lost— what soft human desire pressed me into these woods, what...

Michael VanCalbergh

Nicknames Given to My Father’s Teeth Starting with Quadrant 1 Upper Right Third Molar Hill of dirty snow.Trap for roaming bread.Broken Wrench.Nosey Neighbor.The Swallowed.Package opener.1/8...

Adam D. Weeks

Couch Well, you don’t want it and I can’t keep the thing. In May, I’m in my own studio and I’m afraid it will eat up all...

Melissa Ostrom

This Stone House It’s curious. The rocks have faces. There’s Mother in bed, too blue to rise, a crack in the foundation. Father, all show, as...

James Miller

Nine Hundred Office Hours The student sat in the student chair, told me a long story about how there would be big changes in her family...

Rais Tuluka

Mile Marker of the Self The nature of his drift was velvet and terminal; he was easy to miss, like a low star in daylight over Kansas. September,...

Alison Amato

Take me home I. The Patapsco is calm,    steady  the way  one might be in a crisis. The skyline glints   and flickers, lighting up like the inside...

MICHAEL CHANG

BAKE SALE ‘is it done?’ the mother texts the shoplifter who happens to be her daughter smelling of pot roast & filetto ai tre pepi w/ buzzards circling overhead u...

Ella Shively

American Soldier Baby My high school friend has changedher profile picture. Newborn son, swaddled in husband’s Army jacket.Small toes protruding like mushrooms. Caption: baby Brennan, reportingfor duty!...

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