By Cornelius Eady
I’m here to tell you an old story. ThisAppears to be my work. I live in the world,Walk the streets of...
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- By Kevin PruferThe brutality of those two men who broke into her apartment and murdered her boyfriend, then, as she...
- By Tomás Q. MorínIn this life, there are starsand there are stunt doubles.Before I became one of those fathersobsessed...
- By Solmaz SharifEverywhere we went, I went in pigtails no one could see— ribbon curled by a scissor’s sharp edge, the...
- By Jim DanielsThe strongest boy in our high school on the edge of Detroit did not play sports—he would’ve had to cut...
- By Lorine NiedeckerNothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people wet inside...
- By Liv Mammone1. Let's just save time—Yes I have seen Rain Man, The Miracle Worker, My Left Foot, or, more recently, The Theory of Everything...
- By Anne CarsonEventually Geryon learned to write. ____ His mother's friend Maria gave him a beautiful notebook from...
- By L.A. JohnsonThe book from the archive whispers with handwriting. A gold pen shines the name of every man, his every...
- By Marianne ChanAyumi never spoke in class, never responded to anyone who talked to her, and I tried talking to her ...
- By Michaella Batteni. i am sitting in sunday school in a handsewn pink dress and white lace tights i am putting my hand...
- By Vievee FrancisI never remember the knuckles, though his hand was bare, though their hands were bare. I remember the...
- By Padma VenkatramanThey ignored the new boy, snickering behind his back. In silence, I stayed safe. My lips pressed together...
- By Linda Sue ParkTurn off the lights. Wear another layer. (Sounds like a dad.) (Sounds like a mom.) You say hand-me-down...
- By Tina Boyer BrownImagine the lunchroom, crowded and wary— seating charts a welcome apprehension. Loose-leaf papers spiraled...
- By Kim StaffordI guess you could call me broken, says one. I’m still lonely, says another, but now I can name it with a song. In my poem, says another...
- By Suma SubramaniamYou cannot pronounce my name. “Soor-ya.” Not “soar.” Surya—the sun god. Mom always tells me that a smile...
- By Joyce Sidman“That kid is weird,” says the teacher, flipping her shining hair. “I don’t know where he’s at.” Indeed...
- By Wu ShengOut here in the sticks You rarely encounter such genius: "Come, come, come to Taiwan U Go, go, go to...
- By Clemonce HeardThey had to be Dickies®, not Dockers®. They had to include a cellphone pocket on the right leg, & feign...