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Fatherless Daughters
In Springtime, abandoned daughters burst like myopic butterflies with binoculars
Meg Pokrass
RODIN, “Hand with Small Torso, Bronze” | Rodin’s “The Cathedral”
In Paris you can see his drawer of hands.
Peter Cooley
Photographs, 1949 | Retiree
In one, they pose, grinning straight at the Kodak,
Sydney Lea
Three Dances | Early Warning System
In North Carolina
Amit Majmudar
Poetry
In my new room upstairs,
Kim Dower
Family Way
In my family, when any one of the women of my grandmother’s generation dreamt of fish she would get on the phone to
Sean Hill
Charcoal | Medicine and Magazines
In my brown leather bag:
Cynthia Cruz
To Fire
In my backyard, huddled over my magnifying
Lance Larsen
Father Enters the Water | Please Mr. Wasp | Ageing
In life, he would walk into the water slowly until it reached his waist and stand there for a while, his arms out to the
Lydia Davis
Tartine. Quasi-unfamiliar. To handle a relationship
In her teenage years,
Adela Greceanu
Drive-in Double Dare
In gravel dust and starlight, after the hummingbirds fe
Sharon Kubasak
Ambition and House I Didn’t Mean to Build
In excess always, gorged
Andrew Seguin
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