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Two Hands
By Caoilinn Hughes“As the tires lose traction, she can think only of a sonnet’s closing couplet: the sonnet she’d been struggling to translate on the day they crashed.”
From the Archive, Issue 250
Fiction
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Dreams from the Third Reich
By Charlotte Beradt"I dreamed that the milkman, the gas man, the newspaper vendor, the baker, and the plumber were all standing in a circle around me, holding out bills I owed. I was perfectly calm until I saw the chimney sweep in the circle and was startled."
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Daughters
By Dan Bevacqua“He didn’t drink because he was an alcoholic, and he didn’t write poetry because he wasn’t good at it.”
From the Archive, Issue 250
Fiction
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Self-Assessment
By Devon Brody“If I am happy, it is because I drank coffee; if I am sad, it is because I drank too much coffee or not enough; if I have a lot of energy, it is because I drank coffee or because I haven’t been drinking coffee; if I am tired, it’s because I dra…
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There Are Journeys
By Sargon Boulus“steam rises under my hand / from a lovely coffee cup / cracked like the wall of an orphanage”
From the Archive, Issue 250
Poetry
Camouflage
By Adania Shibli“It is very cold outside, though less so inside the car, it seems, with the kufiyya lying across the dashboard, forming a coiled snake ready to strike.”
From the Archive, Issue 250
Fiction
from “Cruel Loss of Sons”
By Egill Skallagrímsson“My family stands / at its end, stops / storm-thrashed / on a forest’s fringe”
