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Lina Patton

Mother’s Hands Sometimes I would pinch the top of her hand and then mine quickly, watch her skin drift back to place while mine snapped. I’d poke and press the purple vein...

Madelyn Camrud

I Run Off With a Daughter Coming across The Keys, the whole world seamed, gray to gray. Sky stitched to water, water to sky, we float safe...

Matthew Murrey

Smoke In first grade the sisters told us of Cain and Abel heaping their fires, hoping the smoke would make God smile. Abel’s rose, but Cain’s hugged the ground...

Anne Champion

Florence Nightingale: The Lady With A Lamp Isn’t it strange that angels are female, crowned regal by halos of gold, swinging lamps to peel the darkness...

Laura Donnelly

An Ordinary Sleep I saw the spinning wheel and wanted to play it, wrap my arms around its spokes like a harp. Later, I felt a tickle on my arm...

Rob Cook

Inferno Tulips To survive a New Brunswick apartment during an upstairs summer without air conditioning without one’s own television or music the breeze used up by the families I heard yelling and...

Devon Balwit

הוֹשִׁיעֵנִי אֱלֹהִים--    כִּי בָאוּ מַיִם עַד-נָפֶשׁ (Psalm 69:1 Save me, God, For the waters have come up to my neck!) I awoke in the night...

Jeff Mock

If a Plane Crashed Exactly on the U.S.-Canadian Border, in Which Country Would They Bury the Survivors? —for Margot After I crawled away from the wreck And...

Christine Butterworth-McDermott

When Your Mother Loses Her Mind This is the beginning when numbed by morphine she asks if you believe in heaven and you say yes...

Sarah Ann Winn

Funeral FAQs Question: Should we play a hymn when viewing the folded flag?Answer: Forgiveness is not a window full of fingerprints wiped clean.Question: What arrangement...

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