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Somewhere in Eastern Europe
It was the year the townsfolk
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
Three Poems by Abba Kovner translated from Hebrew by Rachel Neve-Midbar
I am not holding a mirage
Abba Kovner
What I learned from ‘Saved by the Bell’
Only half a dozen people actually exist
Pablo Piñero Stillmann
Across the Wide Missouri
It’s toward the end of the season
Brian Swann
Ultimatum
If I forget one character a day
Weijia Pan
Always a Woman, a War, or a Lost Cause
That hunched those men over Zorro’s
Nancy Mitchell
The Shell
When I picked it up from the sand
J. Allyn Rosser
Beginning and Whatever Doesn’t Kill Your Mother Makes Her Stronger
One of the first days my mom’s in the ICU, I try to describe
Denise Duhamel
FAMILY BATTLES | WITCH
My uncle stares at the TV throughout
Diann Blakely
Post Mortem
You might not see the bodies in the famous photo
William Trowbridge
Because What Else Could I Do
I alone in a restaurant
Martha Collins
HOW IT IS WITH THE MEEK
They are pulverized into earth
Major Jackson
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