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The War Next Door
James Tate
I thought I saw some victims of the last war bandaged and limping through the forest beside my house. I thought I recognized some of them, but I wasn’t sure. It was kind of ...
Poetry
The Anti-Leading Lady’s Nightmare
Courtney Queeney
It was October. I was between men. I loved autumn. Sudden cold fronts, and when I walked, crunching leaves under my feet, I made a sound like smashing glass. Then the ...
Poetry
Poem in the Ninth Month
Beth Ann Fennelly
Now that they’ve x-rayed the mummified female crocodile in the Egypt room in the British Museum they’ve found a baby crocodile, mummified, inserted far back in her ...
