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- 1From:The Midwest Quarterly (Vol. 52, Issue 4) Peer-ReviewedGreg Kosmicki , a poet and social worker living in Omaha, Nebraska, founded The Backwaters Press in 1997 which he edits and publishes. His poetry has appeared in numerous magazines since 1975, both print and online,...
- 2From:The Southern Review (Vol. 52, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedTell you what's the truth, the casserole widows had all come and gone ("fired and fled," my brother Bama said), and the available females had pretty much concluded that their retired sheriff, my daddy Rollo Sherburne,...
- 3From:Kola (Vol. 30, Issue 1) Peer-Reviewedhis mother christened him Angus everyone needs a name to make them real then she placed her head on the railway tie at 3 p.m. that Friday in April the Kingston express due by at 3:14 he was two days old arms and legs...
- 4From:World Literature Today (Vol. 89, Issue 3-4) Peer-ReviewedTranslations from the Hebrew By Rachel Tzvia Back Mei-Tal Nadler (b. 1979) received the 2014 Teva Prize in Poetry and the 2008 Ministry of Culture award for emerging poets. Her debut collection, Nisuyim...
- 5From:The Chariton Review (Vol. 39, Issue 2) Peer-Reviewed--for Robert Leonard Wilbur (1915-1998) In the luck of autumn, I cut deadfalls to lengths the woodstove will take and among them is my father's walking stick made from a fencerow cedar, cracked beyond my mending....
- 6From:Appalachian Heritage (Vol. 41, Issue 1)Every afternoon he waited on the porch for his grand-daughter to walk home from school, following a path he'd forged through the woods surrounding their house. The trail ended at the yard, like a creek feeding a pond,...
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- 8From:Crazyhorse (Issue 98) Peer-ReviewedMy daughter collected pine needles in a thick, etched-glass box with no obvious function. The size of an ashtray with a lid-- designed to hold the souls of birds? Every year till she was thirteen, she'd scoop some...
- 9From:The Midwest Quarterly (Vol. 62, Issue 4) Peer-ReviewedI let you go, untie your bright bound soul, hospital gown strings I unknot gently in your sleep, like a child released you never know until in those last thin gasps, you rise with relief, begin to swing free. We tell...
- 10From:The Southern Review (Vol. 57, Issue 3) Peer-ReviewedWhere have you gone, flesh of my wish? I kissed you into existence: you would not leave me or the blue dish where you paddled your tulip leaf as I squinted to dart the bodice of your new dress (it's quite lovely,...
- 11From:Ploughshares (Vol. 47, Issue 4)In the piles in the backyard he and I sat in June's pumped-up sun, half-blinded, sifting through rocks and crystals, winter's lump and strand sprouting thin green leaves, lobes that would turn to vine and squash and...
- 12From:New England Review (Vol. 36, Issue 3) Peer-ReviewedTHE GIRL LEANS HER HEAD BACK INTO THE PILLOW, TRIES BREATHING the way she's probably seen pregnant women breathe on TV. Her boyfriend slouches in a plastic chair beside the hospital bed. He has a lip ring at the side of...
- 13From:New England Review (Vol. 38, Issue 4) Peer-ReviewedAside from a few patches of white where the color has scratched off, the brooch is in good condition--a tiny painting on ivory, set in a gold mount. No jewels. It has been well cared for. The image is of a young man in...
- 14From:The Hedgehog Review (Vol. 19, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedI WAS HOLDING HER HAND AND SINGING softly to her when the man in the white coat came in. I guessed from his coldness that he was not bearing good news. Sometimes, when I was surrounded by doctors who had given up on...
- 15From:The Southern Review (Vol. 54, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedIn the filmstrip of negatives I found today left as a bookmark In Charlotte's Web so many years ago, I'm five and hugging my snowman. His hat hung with fishing lures, his potato nose, his Tinkertoy arms reaching out to...
- 16From:Queen's Quarterly (Vol. 129, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedAs real as old Kodaks on thick glossy paper with scalloped white borders, certain images from my childhood are etched in my memory. A defining one is of my father hitchhiking alone on the highway in full view of his wife...
- 17From:Crazyhorse (Issue 100) Peer-ReviewedMalcolm's two daughters slept over on Wednesday nights and every other weekend. That was the schedule, but more than not, Saturday mornings, before he went to get them, their mother called. He always took calls from...
- 18From:The Southern Review (Vol. 58, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedI'm listening to the undiminished soft exhale of snow falling into water, and to the water, nearly motionless, softly lapping against the sides of an anchored dugout canoe. Time pauses in the slow falling of snow, every...
- 19From:Appalachian Heritage (Vol. 40, Issue 3)When my brothers & I are thirteen & ten & eight our father drives us & our mother to the Fair in Wytheville & Charles & Bill & I pinch each other while we tease them from the back seat. Is this the year you'll ride the...
- 20From:Pakistan Journal of Psychological Research (Vol. 36, Issue 3) Peer-ReviewedThe mental health of youth is considered a big challenge in recent years for mental health professionals. Adolescents are known to have an increased prevalence of internalizing-externalizing problems that lead to adverse...