Editor’s Pick
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A Lament Rises from the Nursing Home
My father is unshaven as though he just woke –grey stubble on bruised skin.What time is it? he asks. It’s…
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Legacy
Here, on the Ranch, the air smells bigger and the sky sounds bluer. The stars dance into constellations, and my…
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Something Timeless About a Death
My father died on February 8.Two months later to the day, I receive a packagefrom my aunt—Dad’s big sis and…
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Beacon
War came to Greece dressedas my great grandfatherwho must’ve started thisentanglement. Stationedin Rhodes, the Italian in merumbling in the belly,…
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Peaches
The grove never wanted sonsbut it bore them anyways. Three of them—the youngesthugged the tree, looked up into the verdant…
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Doña Rosa
When I sit in silence, I can hear Doña Rosa shuffling around, humming an unfamiliar tune that feels like love…
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Writing Haiku
“It’s a pleasure to name thingsas long as one doesn’t gethung up about it.”-Jeffrey Harrison, “The Names of Things” I…
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A Medusa
The jellyfish landed up on a busy street. He met a girl wearing a Dracula print shirt. She was beautiful and…
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Once, I Danced with Trees
Once, I Danced with Trees planted in a meadow. I was often dancing in those days, the body seeking relief…