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Further Reading

Indian English
by Palak Godara

In India, my father asks me to slow down the car at the sight of a speed breaker and not a speed bump. I love the pasta Kareena Aunty makes, not the one Aunty Kareena makes. In India, when you pester someone, they’ll ask you to “not eat their head.” Your boss doesn’t pressure you […]

Elegy for Irene
by Jessica Turney

I. She can’t speak, hasn’t worn her dentures for months, but her mouth moves in rotation, lips pressed, she begs with her eyes, as if she can negotiate to stay in this hospital bed, her eyes blue as fire, the fire I see flicker from her stove, where I smell cornbread pancakes, syrup turning hot […]

ANOTHER PIG-KNUCKLE-MOTHER POEM by John Repp

Mountain down to damp emerald moss, wind-bent hemlock, fragrant duff under tent floor, fog the metronomic gusts fail to dissolve, we break out supper—mine lost to memory, Ted’s pickled herring he gulps like a seal, the reek & smacking & cross-eyed, lip-licking contemplation settling me down at the formica table cleared of supper, dishes on […]

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