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Brittany Adames

We Have Gotten So Good At Dying A sad memento is sad so long as it’s the officiant of girlhood—the body its own disengaged worship. How to chronicle...

Emma Conlon

Silver Sage En route to Montecatini-Terme, Federica asks us, jet-lagged and bleary eyed, if we know how to spot the olive trees speckled along the sloping countryside. Laura’s voice...

Ari Koontz

definition minus phrase a. the lake on the verge of a storm and the taste of “maybe” after years without speech, a gull soaring...

Beth Williams

Horticulture I bow my headand you label the posewilting, assume my tongueis bone dry. Wine is not a cryfor help, water seldom a poolto bathe....

Sharon Lee Snow

The Kids Don’t Want Our Stuff Throw away your antique chair, crushedvelvet cradling grandma’s slightskeleton like a pearl—Youbalanced carefullyon her ancient unbendingknees. Give awaythe bric-a-brac,...

 Natalie Marino

Middle Age Suddenly this hunger.The yard’s river birch finally empties itselfof summer’s grief when the night’s crescentmoon swallows a small piece of the pallidred sky. Before the fall,regret is...

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