"She wasn’t one for icebreakers. I didn’t argue because she’d be dead soon besides."
By Eric BrewsterWhen 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,
By Ryann StevensonMy mother finds out about the child I did not have from Facebook. This is how regret arrives: in the arms of machines.
By Emily O'NeillA woman plants / my name in her bone / but will not tell me / when rain is coming
By Hafizah GeterWhat 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
By Joanne DiazA mother, a son, a boob job, a knife. Drew's fiction is as weird and wonderful as his comics.
By Drew LermanNot every casualty of war dies on the battlefield. When the fight comes home, how can a mother move on?
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