Browsing Tag mother
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Poems
Four Poems
When the grass is still matted down / from a body, you comb it over each day / so it will stay in shape; you mold to it,
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Poems
Rappelling
My mother finds out about the child I did not have from Facebook. This is how regret arrives: in the arms of machines.
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Poems
Three Poems
What might Job have thought of the many doctors who, / when commanded by Franco’s men, took hundreds / of newborn babies from their mothers as they trembled
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Fiction
Clark Gable
A mother, a son, a boob job, a knife. Drew's fiction is as weird and wonderful as his comics.
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Fiction
The Book of Consolation
Not every casualty of war dies on the battlefield. When the fight comes home, how can a mother move on?
