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PUSHCART NOMINEES

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We’re proud to announce our 2017 Pushcart Prize nominees!

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CITIZEN by Tariq al Haydar

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Enter the ministry through the main gate (not the women’s entrance), on Olaya Street: Memorize the number on your ID card (#1072049285). Vote in the municipal elections, , so that the world may see you and celebrate the act

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CREATION by Gerardo Pacheco Matus

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They made me with bones,
white, yellow, brown & dusty bones,
heavy & hollow, broken & shuttered,

they made me with bones
no one has ever claimed,
bones no one will ever bury…

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ARGUMENT FOR LOVING FROM A DISTANCE by Katie Condon

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Raining this morning & the foothills are dusted
with the gray light that comes with bad weather…

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SELF-PORTRAIT AS HAN TO LEIA, ON HOTH by Amorak Huey

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Another planet battle-scored & near-exterminated: we crave this cave-chase & escape plan, our evacuation inevitable. We have always been outnumbered & every system is remote from somewhere…

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PIVOT by Wendy J Fox

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  In the office, coworkers Sabine and Michael sat quietly at their cubicles. In the office, there was flux. For example, sometimes the temperature waffled between tropical and arctic…

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TWO POEMS by Sally Wen Mao

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MUTANT ODALISQUE
This is not an ode. February’s ice razor scalps the gingko trees, their hair pulled skyward like the ombre roots of young women…

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THE LUNGFISH by Michelle Gillett

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Deep down inside, I am afraid of the lungfish
suspended in its tank in the darkened room
meant to emulate time when desert was ocean

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FOUR POEMS by Tommye Blount

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BAREBACK AUBADE WITH THE DOG

Thicker than its master’s thigh,
I saw that dog gnawing its leash—
and didn’t I know better? Knowing my fear

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TWO POEMS by Patrick Rosal

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UPTOWN ODE THAT ENDS ON AN ODE TO THE MACHETE
What happens when me and Willie
run into each other on a Wednesday night
in Brooklyn? He asks, “Where we going?”

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THE INTENDED by Rebecca Berg

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Dear Ben,
I wonder how your life is. Are you happy sometimes? Are you well? Do you have a companion, and in your work do you still try to articulate the impossibility of…

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FWR Monthly: September 2015

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Meditation frequently asks its practitioners to ground themselves in their bodies through a series of structured “noticings.” You are gently urged to press yourself into your chair, press your feet into the floor…

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