The market where Stoyanka Ilieva sold her family’s eggs and turnips since becoming a woman last year was still a frightening place
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There was no space to spare, not even on the roof, just a perfect rectangle behind my driver’s seat for the dog
Evening darkened the beach and still you wanted to swim. It was the weekend of grandpa’s funeral, and we slept in tents
Citizenry That nestling got a wisp of thread wrapped underneath its hungry head (we blamed the mother and the body hung-ered there–
The cows, tonight, are lowing. Beneath the fire-orange sky, they're calling and howling, speaking of food or lack of food, of babies
Philadelphia Tasting Menu The subway is made of slime dripping Septa sweat Trolley Routes Suburban Station and Regional Rail Lines Route 30
Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to
Golden silk orb-weaver: it doesn’t matter how, in one night, you’ve dazzled the atlas of atlases, city of cities, across my front
after Megan Denton Ray Yesterday I drove to Flowerland and bought
My thighs ached for days after that first night - The slope of Montreal's long-extinct volcano (Its cross still proclaiming colony and