“I admit I felt nothing when the news broke,/ it was only the stained glass bellies of the purple martins/ flaring, that made my skin bristle into the laketop stillness…”
Poem of the Week (1 July), by M.J. Arlett.
“It was the summer my father was in the hospital.” By Maria Niazi, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
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“All of the girls came to see what I had done with the neon orange piece of cardboard I had won. Everyone just walked away without saying anything.” By Afreina Noor, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
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“She waved away my tears and told me to just ignore them./ I was not American enough to get the joke…”
Poem of the Week (8 March), by Joan Glass.
“And then I remember the grey metal sign at the entrance to the building…” Story of the Week (November 25), by Lena Gorelik, translated from the German by Frances Jackson.
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“Of course, the more I tried to get away from that past, the more I ran right into it.” M. M. Adjarian’s story of self discovery.
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“What drives me? Madness I think. I just can’t stop.” Haseeb Ali Chrishti interviews Albin Talik.
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