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Poetry

Elinor Ann Walker

Cistern In every raindrop,a ghost. In every ghost,a throat, emptied. What drains:a body, tide by tide—appetite,then thirst. Air scissors throughto trickle. Her current runsthrough me, then salt in my mouth, ears.In every...
Creative Nonfiction

Laila Gharzai

A Helping Hand It’s winter and my mom’s standing in the kitchen of my moldy flat in the outskirts of Greater London, chopping Romano...
Poetry

Sonia Greenfield

By the Pound This poem is so starved it doesn’t know where to begin, so it opens with my mother’s rubber “fuck cancer” bracelet too baggy on...
Poetry

Robin Turner

After the Prescribed Burn at Little Pine Lake For days wisps of smoke slow ghost it all along the still water’s ember edge. I watch...
Poetry

 SM Stubbs

It Can Also Mean a Type of Fish Language is made with sounds and symbols. An X suggests an ending or anonymity or place treasure is hidden. Meaning requires...
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...

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