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AS THE FOG ROLLS IN, NIGHT FINDS ITS FOOTING by Luther Hughes
What’s that story about the blackbird visiting a man, or, more accurately, his depression? Making him recognize it, I mean. It was often like that with birds, reminding you of your flightlessness. It was like that, then more so, then only that. I’m doing as much as I can these days despite thinking about what…
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LAMENT FOR SOME OTHER SAIGON by Sarah Audsley
My father taught me feet are something to care for, cradle. He never talks about anything else. I remind people my Dad’s age too much of hot, sticky, high green foliage flapping in their faces, or steam rising up from the rice paddies the platoons waded through all morning, crossing in the open, barrels loaded,…
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TO MY CHILD BEFORE SHE ARRIVES by Brian Simoneau
There is a man you will learn to call uncle. He will teach you the answer to many questions is land bridge. There will be truth in what he says. He will call you something other than your name no matter what your name is. No matter what your name is…
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