I was a goner, they said. Oh
well. Could’ve been worse.
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Poetry
Excerpt: When the Arab Apocalypse Comes to America
George Abraham
Shall I condemn myself a littlefor you to forgive yourself —Fady Joudah, […] I condemn the blooded river that became a sea we cannot crawl out of. I condemn the ...
Poetry
Structure
Margaret Ross
Walking back I pass a block-long dune of rubble and the man whose job it is to shovel it. An iron rectangle he’s nestled in debris makes a little door he’s ...
Poetry
