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- Page 7 and 8: Litfest Blues | Bo Kearns Southern
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- Page 13 and 14: The Earthquake | Jaesun Kim Red Whe
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- Page 25 and 26: Ojos de Mi Padre | Anaruth Hernande
- Page 27 and 28: A Boy and His Bike | Helena Grunwal
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- Page 33 and 34: Heavy | Lauren Catron Like the air
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- Page 37 and 38: La Virgen de East Los | John Gibert
- Page 39 and 40: Black and White Abstract | Constanc
- Page 41 and 42: Not so Changed | Jose Acevedo Anoth
- Page 43 and 44: Nail Bowl | Jim Sauer Red Wheelbarr
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- Page 51 and 52: My First Abortion | Ashley Barros A
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Trish | Tamika Hayes Trish was the
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you come to America, you should lea
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situation. Plainclothes cops made r
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Guru (fragment) | Elena Peretz Red
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like a date rape than a molestation
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what you want? Cuz seriously, apart
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of a Soviet train to the government
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call their subway system) deterred
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for the sake of profit margins. The
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with the fish fork and stuck the me
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Shrug | Tina Wilkerson Sun-kissed s
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The Brown Land | Annie Mand A man p
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After years of hard work and a life
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she collected; twelve place setting
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Confectioner’s Sugar | Anne Fang
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the conversations just fine, he oft
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that has been bleached—bleached
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or at least shield her from the sig
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Fast Food Nation | Debbie Bakker Re
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The darker the flesh Then the deepe
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Fists clenched… Head down, Eyes s
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Queen of Sheba | Elena Peretz Red W
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Iris| Michael Vu Red Wheelbarrow |
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Escape from Uganda | Shoba Rao Nove
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kept his eyes on the chessboard.
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“Will you marry me tonight, Soni
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I twisted some arms to be put in a
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Joann Andrushko: In your poem “Gi
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Autopsy Camp Wolverine, Kuwait Staf
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BT: I’m glad you’re not. But wh
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Ruth Rabin: How did you write? Did
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Then push off forty years in the fu
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me. Humans have common ground and i
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the poems I wasn’t writing them t
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soldier I met on a different base,
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ecause I didn’t really show my ca
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They train you. It helped me sort o
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W’s War | Esmeralda Bustos Saddam
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The Brave Boy | Gerri Tiernen He wa
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Canyon Land | Lauren Catron Telepho
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Years Pleat Us | Hilary Strain The
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A River of Cottons | Paul Edison A
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By the Hair of His Chinny Chin Chin
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“Does he always wear that coat?
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night and went their separate ways.
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salt. His hands were wet and sweat
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1521 | Yusuf Chao (First Place, 200
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at night. That’s the problem with