Stanley Plumly
GERMANS
THERE ARE ELEVEN OF THEM. Why I remember the exact number is uncertain, perhaps because it's enough to field a...
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Stanley Plumly
There was a picture in the paper, front / page, as if this news was the end of cruelty.
Michael Collier
Moments that were tender, if I can use that word, now rendered in memory’s worn face, have names attached and, less vivid, places ...
Meg Eden
Without a jacket, without shoes, / he rode you like a giraffe / in a world without streetlamps / or sound. // I see you in the shed, strapped / to the ceiling as if in an asylum / chair, wild and incomprehensible—
Katie Herman
The first time I saw a bone break / it was an arm. The girl kicked and screamed / to escape her body, twisting on the floor. / It was too much to have a body.