weapon her head in her hand. Angela Jackson Tuesday, January 24, 2017 Fiction Work Issue 151 Web Share ...
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poems, the music so carefully orchestrated you almost miss it, almost forget that it’s there; one ...
I had been all day. “You like black guys or white guys?” Latasha asked, and I knew she was testing to ...
a science test. You were stoic, of course. I burst into tears. With classic Julie composure you asked him, ...
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wrote this book of poems after her two young nieces were killed in a commercial plane crash. Alaska ...
choose, to be their one & only when I didn’t want a one & only. I loved that Amy Lowell poem when ...
of the bodies. The children go quickly. She can remember lying in bed with her T. S. Eliot poems as ...