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National Poetry Month Day 29: Ross Gay

      Dear. And there are hours or days or weeks or sometimes longer where you, by which I mean I, lose track of having done anything right, anything good, anything not bad, in fact—not to diagnose, but to describe, or at least say it, at least say it, and I suspect it is what makes me sometimes want so badly to be alone, so badly to flee into my long and abiding and gentle solitude, that I feel in some genuine sparrow and oxen...

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National Poetry Month Day 22: J. Estanislao Lopez

      The Ghosts of My Past Are in Disrepair My ghosts are faulty. They congratulate me on my home loan. I find refrigerator magnets often arranged as words of encouragement: GREAT JOB, KEEP IT UP CHAMP, etc. At night, I plug my ears beneath the covers, yet still can hear them bragging about their             children’s, grandchildren’s, great great grandchildren’s salaries. Life has a limited supply of graces to...

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National Poetry Month Day 21: Cynthia Dewi Oka

      That’s What She Said   sorry, I’m so sorry * the migraine is ripe & yellow as a mango * I shot out like a lizard’s tongue in the church of deadlines * the caulk broke due to an infinite, unnamable leak * the leak produced mold as a free economic zone * lorem ipsum dolor * to hold meaningless until great distress * my apologies there were so many * emails excuse me * I wanted to * I had every intention * to make the...

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The Plague within a Plague: Ethel Rohan’s In the Event of Contact

The fourteen stories in In the Event of Contact, Ethel Rohan’s third story collection, vary considerably in setting, characterization and feel, but they all intersect at the notion of human contact. Rohan introduces us to a young girl who cannot stand physical touch, while lonely older women beg for it; a middle-aged woman defending her choice to remain childless; an older single man recovering from an injury who falls for the...