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Chris Dombrowski
grip, so much like this white cloud that eludes the branches’ grasp before lofting west: the wind- blown work of her hands—long-traveled, adrift from parts celestial, a word I haven’t quite relinquished.

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Wayne State University Press

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Wong May
The late Qing Emperor left 4 words On a stone pier: “Dawn Moon Over Lugou”

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The Yale Review

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Traci Brimhall
               That’s how I know I’m a successful candidate. The temptations. The failures. The ever afters of forgiveness I have already lived. For so long I offered others the love I wanted to receive, the cursive letters and lost slippers.

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SWWIM

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Olivia Muenz

But don't let this get you. Down. Don't go all soft. On one now. I am frozen. In time. I am a big memory box. I am all meat. I can eat you alive if you let me.

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Switchback Books

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Sarah Audsley
When my mother returns, she is the bitter in my mouth I can’t dilute; she swells inside; she’s the branch from which birds will never fly.

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Texas Review Press

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Jami Padgett
when it died; the turtle I found & kept beneath my bed with a leaf to eat, that my brother threw from the bowed back door before he said I was cruel

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Nashville Review

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Lee Ann Roripaugh
But as much as you efface yourself into shininess, into neutral reflection—as if to try and trick your mother’s pain into misrecognizing its own gaze until it lifts away like burned-off fog—it never works.

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American Poetry Review

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Oliver Baez Bendorf

Trans is a way of arranging the world through change, but plastic is durable, meaning it never goes away. Very light, gets blown along in gentle winds. It gets washed by rain into sewers, streams, rivers, and finally oceans.

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Black Warrior Review

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Katie Marya
light, make a sound. You wrote let me believe the work I do can bring the future into the room. Whether it does or not. Whether it does or not.

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Alice James Book

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William J. Harris
Well, yesterday, my $80 watch broke and Wendell offered to sell me his watch for 50¢ —that would be a 100% profit!

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Poetry

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