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BIRD BY DESERT-LIGHT by Chelsea Biondolillo
BY CHELSEA BIONDOLILLO …It can’t store enough fuel to last the night and hoist it from its well of dreams to first light trembling on wet fuchsia, nor break the hard promise life always keeps. A lot of hummingbirds die in their sleep. —Diane Ackerman, Dark Night of the Hummingbird Creeping…
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MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH TRAINS by Hsien Chong Tan
BY HSIEN CHONG TAN When I was a little girl in New York, I loved to ride the subway. Back then, I didn’t care about the grime or the roaches. And the weirdoes on board didn’t scare me. I liked how a bunch of buskers would just pop on the train, play a song, and…
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PRESENCE by Bill Vernon
BY BILL VERNON I’m not even fishing, just standing on the bank of the Little Miami River, and the flowing seems to pour through me. It’s as if the future lies downstream and all I have to do is look there to see it. My eyes are like spools from which the lines of…
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FROM “1930-1963-1984” by Ginger Ko
BY GINGER KO American-born but always remembered: woman and not white when I put jade against my body it’s suffocating ***
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HOLES by Emily Koon
Loretta, the cleaning woman, went at the picture window in the living room with a bottle of Windex, wiping in hard slashes. She always makes faces while she cleans, as if we live like animals on the days she doesn’t come. When she was finished, she dusted her hands off and said, “I don’t think…
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MODERN WARFARE by Kate Rosenberg
BY KATE ROSENBERG
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PURR by Kevin Carollo
BY KEVIN CAROLLO Sonic equivalent of fur. The body traps its dud bomb and disperses the tender udder thunder. A chair and a tree are
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