Contributed By: Maggie Glover
One side offered, believe or not: daisies. Their orange bowties and Monroe piercings
made a hundred cities in the grass.
The other side: the knowledge of grasshoppers, how to jump rope—they wore sneakers that looked like sneakers, slogan pins like Shy in the Tooth.
The battle raged. After careful thought, I arranged for both teams to break my heart.
When I told them how, we were all surprised.
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It’s getting worse than I thought it would, as I fade into the old man with the cane and bedroom slippers. This one is stuck in the history he can’t let go, while trying to clear the streets in the city he’s still lost in. I’ve spent my life imagining the next city or the […]
Liminal and Nadir, two poetry books by Laura Fusco, present the voices of refugees in as direct a way as possible so we can feel and recognize their experiences.
the father they invent // every day to give themselves something / to look up to must still be here : inside me // a half-believed-in faith that for every / action an equal & opposite : that the un- //stable core of us decays a bit less violently / than it used to :
