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My Grandfather Says
Michael McGriff
My grandfather says he stepped out of his dream the same day my grandmother did and they taught each other to speak and so they were together, and so entered the ...
Poetry
Gone Through
Elizabeth Bradfield
I have gone through the ice. It was cold. —David, ice fisherman Don’t ask stupid questions expecting some folksy narrative you can glean poetry from. The water was ...
Poetry
Ground
Rae Armantrout
Custom content feed. Let me tell you something personal. As a child, I worried about quicksand. I don’t know why I mention this. I feel no connection to the ...