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Cast of Thousands
Sandra Beasley
When they make a movie of this war I am minute ninety-seven, soot tears applied with a Q-tip, the one whose roof collapses on her head before her pie is done. Look how I ...
Poetry
“Haofon Rece Swealg”
Jane Hirshfield
Batteries, yellow trucks hauling garbage, ampicillin, napalm. These too will be replaced by the not-yet-imagined. The engines of diesel will silence, joining the ...
Poetry
