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A Distant Episode

The distant past returned—what part of it, he could not decide.

A Journey along the Atlantic Slave Route

Neither blood nor belonging accounted for my presence in Ghana.

A River of Stars

For all the stories they’d concocted, the real one electrified them.

A Small Blip on an Eternal Timeline

I grabbed him by the face and told him life only comes to a person once.

A Taste for Winter

She is very rich. She will leave me everything when she dies, he says.

A Vacuum Is a Space Entirely Devoid of Matter

I needed a paycheck a lot more than I needed to be kissed.

A Wanderer

The tree was shaggy and it bore scars of shrapnel from the war.

Across the Sea: A Sequence

The stones here carry the island’s low cry inside them. A landlocked grief.

Alluvium

He longed only for Claire’s strange seriousness, her silent focus.

Alphabet City, 1985

Tony’d had guns pulled on him more times than he had toes.

American Idol

Karen was, in that moment, nothing, emptiness. She was oblivion.

American Paradoxes

I recoil from the certitude that religion can give a person; it’s horrific.

America’s First Female Muslim Judge Found Floating in a River

Many times I’ve stood at the lip of this river and wanted to crawl in.

And Yet Beauty Lives

We are like a village here, separated from the rest of the world.

Appassionato

Howard found himself dancing the merengue with a buxom Puerto Rican.

Avoiding the Spirits

He is not a man, but an empty shell, a creature who laughs to stop the shame.

Axis of Happiness

I hadn’t always liked being around my mother while she was alive.

Badger Mountain

Keely finally stops crying when they step outside. The shock of cold.

Barbie Chang Poems

Some days Barbie Chang wants to hang up her Asian boots.

Barbie Chang’s Daughter Asks

Barbie Chang asks why the evil one always has black hair.

Bark

I could not tell what visions were vanishing in the dying slave.

Beyond the Glass Ceiling There’s Sky

If they don’t give you a seat at the table, bring a folding chair.

Blerrie Fockin’ Beautiful

When his father was out cold he tied him up, roping his arms to his sides.

Blerrie Fockin’ Beautiful

The author reads her story, a finalist in the Winter 2013 Story Contest.

Blind Date

The engineers seemed ripe for mockery, some more than others.

Bosnia Bosnia

Too bad there is no oil between her legs that 4-year-old Muslim girl.

Buffaloes

When I see buffaloes run I think of love—how it is held.

Butterfly

“Why don’t you call yourself Butterfly?” he said. “A pretty thing like you.”

By Land

Nina sang “Tell Me More and More and Then Some” on the Caddy’s radio.

Carolina Hall Girls

“Are all the girls really beautiful? Is it true you make out in the showers?”

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