Often the Dying Ask for a Map
By Poetry Issue 112
I went out to my car and brought back my old, / frayed road map of Kansas, and she followed / the unfolding as if it in itself were a miracle
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Taboret
By Essay Issue 105
When I hear my parents’ voices lilt with Midwestern shame, our pernicious lineage, I want to set the bench on fire or bury an axe head into it.
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