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Poetry

Kuhu Joshi

Romanticism I pretend my mother is not sick but resting. If you guys are feeling anxious just pray, she texts on the family WhatsApp and sends us a...
Creative Nonfiction

Karen Offitzer

Oxygen Thief Years later, when I heard the details of my father’s death, I imagined a different ending: instead of trying to exit the truck...
Poetry

Kelly R. Samuels

My Mother as Anticlea, Upon Forgetting I will have traveled all this way only to have you forget   my name, to stand on something like a threshold...
Poetry

Lisa Ampleman

Venus My daughter-never-born is throwing snow. She’s dropping crystals from clouds of sulfuric acid. They glisten like knives, swirl in the solar winds. Each flake hovers   over the ground before...

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