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Foreshadow Work

Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here So much of what I’ve learned in therapy I first learned in poetry.They call me a “Dreamer”, but really I’m an insomniacwith night terrors, kept awake by fears of being abandonedby the Dept. of Homeland Security. There were no secure attachmentsI could form […]

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Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here So much of what I’ve learned in therapy I first learned in poetry.They call me a “Dreamer”, but really I’m an insomniacwith night terrors, kept awake by fears of being abandonedby the Dept. of Homeland Security. There were no secure attachmentsI could form

It’s Safe to Say

Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here what’s inside me is mostly micro–plastics, aggressions, little aperturesinto memories that lock me wordlesswithin my body. I live closer to bonethan flesh when I am in the world,the cliff of my jaw set to defend,unclench only as the bus lurchesup the street to

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Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here what’s inside me is mostly micro–plastics, aggressions, little aperturesinto memories that lock me wordlesswithin my body. I live closer to bonethan flesh when I am in the world,the cliff of my jaw set to defend,unclench only as the bus lurchesup the street to

Ditch and Drain

Published in Issue 64.1: Winter 2025 You can purchase our Winter issue here The melting glaciers begat a flood: a colossal lake high in the mountains, held back only by ice. When it gave way, the lake roared down a river valley, eating resistance and carrying rocks the size of young mammoths. The water crashed through

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Published in Issue 64.1: Winter 2025 You can purchase our Winter issue here The melting glaciers begat a flood: a colossal lake high in the mountains, held back only by ice. When it gave way, the lake roared down a river valley, eating resistance and carrying rocks the size of young mammoths. The water crashed through

The Ant and the Grasshopper

Published in Issue 64.1: Winter 2025 You can purchase our Winter issue here The evening Amma left us began like all the other evenings of my childhood. I sat at the old dining table with its powder-blue Formica top peeling at the edges, pretending to work on my long division exercises while watching Amma chop snake

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Published in Issue 64.1: Winter 2025 You can purchase our Winter issue here The evening Amma left us began like all the other evenings of my childhood. I sat at the old dining table with its powder-blue Formica top peeling at the edges, pretending to work on my long division exercises while watching Amma chop snake

My Left Hand, Unholy

Published in Issue 64.1: Winter 2025 You can purchase our Winter issue here Why We Chose It: Michigan Quarterly Review Assistant Editor Hank Hietala on why he recommended “My Left Hand, Unholy” by Sanjana Thakur. When I first read “My Left Hand, Unholy,” I was struck by how the text moves through time. From the second paragraph on, Sanjana

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Published in Issue 64.1: Winter 2025 You can purchase our Winter issue here Why We Chose It: Michigan Quarterly Review Assistant Editor Hank Hietala on why he recommended “My Left Hand, Unholy” by Sanjana Thakur. When I first read “My Left Hand, Unholy,” I was struck by how the text moves through time. From the second paragraph on, Sanjana

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