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In When We Were Birds, Joe Wilkins wrests his attention away from the griefs, deprivations, and high prairies of his Montana childhood and turns toward…

by Carmen Giménez SmithWhen God was a woman,empire was meh.When God was a woman,we built Schools of Listeningand every week we sat quietlyuntil we could…

by Mark GibbonsRaven strutsDown the sidewalkTastingThe airShakes itsTuxedo tailDips to cleanThe cementCaws to anotherCombing the grassHop-RoamingThe…

by Richard O. MooreAfterward, you look on the world as a happy placeflush from arrival into a new land of not being in pain.Is there anything forgotten,…

My spirit is starving.How can it be fed?Not by pain in the predictable futurenor the pain in the pastbut understanding the invisible flowerwithin the…

substitute teaching one daythey, too young to be properly diagnoseda.d.d, a.d.h.d, FAS,abused, neglected,child of an alcoholic3rd born in a line of…

who coils in my bones,what were you thinking that summer nightwhen you found the warm roadon the edge of the canyon and stoppedjust there exactly at the…

Saif Alsaegh was a young boy living in Baghdad, Iraq, on September 11, 2001. At the time, he and the other members of his family didn't even know where…

the empty lake, the static on the radio, the yearswith missing handle bars—the one that halfway fit him was the gloves.He wore them all spring, then all…

I slept in the valleyshivering, neck sorefrom carrying a dead treeacross my shouldersI needed the woodbut moreI needed the painRaccoon windshudders…