Tag Archives: Spring 2026
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My Father’s Hands
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by Diana Anaya Marble slabs, delicately calloused,that open beer bottles and pluckchicken bones out of myeight-year-old throat. Diana …
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My Mother’s Hands
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by Diana Anaya cracked pink shellsunder running waterand smooth, cool stoneswhen you cup my cheeks Diana Anaya is …
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My Sister’s Hands
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by Diana Anaya Long,manicured nails, andbelow her pinky, a chocolatechip freckle she couldnever lick clean. Diana Anaya is …
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Childhood
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by Michelle Ross Woods in early morning. No sunrise—only a slow bleaching. Ghostly glow of X-rayed bones. The wind …
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the poetics of journal, i. gray as graphite, soft as lead.
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by Amanda Hays Blasko I spent an evening driving to the grocery store, thinking about how to describe the …
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Alchemy
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by Katie Kemple My husband wakes early on Sunday,disappears downstairs to beginthe alchemy of flour, salt and water,to raise …
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Reading “Ave Maria” A Day After Frank O’Hara’s Birthday
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by Spencer Silverthorne I remember learning the word condonewhen a devout family member declared shame at a third cousin’s …
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The Bite I Still Wake For
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by Angela Edward Every morning, before anything else, I hear him crossing the tiles. Soft at first. A slow …
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Ruins
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by Katie Kemple Before I entered the MRI, they gave me headphonesto dull the machine sounds that jackhammereda tartan …
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Flee
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by Jennifer LeBlanc An erasure of Sir Thomas Wyatt’s “They Flee From Me” For screen reader accessibility: seekin my …
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