Drink Me, says his death.
Keep Your Head Down,
says her death. Known now through
stress-lines engraved on the brows
of three living daughters all just
over five foot tall and thirty years later.
My living grandparents trace
lineage back to Romania, shtetl,
Palestine, Abraham.
My other grandparents like a lopped limb,
a clearing, a nuptial flush of June
grasses, where they hold each other,
bells ringing, listening to the sound
like a gunshot a long way off.
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Issue 69
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
- Ace Boggess
- David Bottoms
- Melissa Crowe
- Gregory Djanikian
- Allison Donohue
- Susan Grimm
- Scott Hightower
- Henry Kearney, IV
- Cindy King
- Stephen Knauth
- Nina Lindsay
- Marissa Simone McNamara
- Catherine Pond
- Emily Ransdell
- Adam Scheffler
- David Starkey
- Phil Timpane
- Sally Van Doren
- Martha Webster
- Abigail Wender
- Bruce Willard
- Mark Zelman
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FICTION
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ESSAY
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REVIEW
- David Rigsbee reviews Incomplete Strangers
by Robert McNamara
- David Rigsbee reviews Incomplete Strangers